All of the ingredients arrived intact and we assembled our sandwiches in the student union cafeteria at the university across the street from my daughter's museum. We were off in a corner of the room, it was sparsely populated, and when my ex and I set down the bags I said "I think we're okay with outside food here, aren't we?" and a guy sitting a couple of tables away turned and said "yes." As we assembled these sandwiches with gorgeous slices of tomato a guy moving to sit nearby watched; I was tempted to tell him that these weren't on the menu, but he settled in and the thought passed. It worked out well, and we exchanged fresh tomatoes (large ones and cherry tomatoes) for some sausage she picked up for us when she was on her way back from a conference and passed by the little BBQ joint that makes the best links of sausage (lots of coarse black pepper in it). A town where she was born and we gladly moved away when she was 15-months old. Not a nice place to live or send children to school, but great BBQ.

The next batch of cedar pickets and cross-members are in the garage and I picked up a can of wood preservative so I can paint it on before putting up the panel. Maybe by the weekend I'll be within two panels of finishing this job.