I love weekends. I actually slept in late (for me)—8 a.m.!! I headed off to Richmond to my favorite mechanics (Jay Edward excepted, of course)for an oil change on the Camry. They were able to replace my rear wipers (windshield, that is), but when they replaced my rear left turn signal bulb, lots of corroded stuff fell out of the taillight. Apparently it has a crack and has been leaking and rusting. They still put the bulb in, determined that it works, but intermittently, and then took me back into the garage and showed me the stuff that fell out of the taillight onto the floor—lesson: get a new taillight either at a junk yard (good luck—they’re hard to come by) or at the Toyota dealership. The car does have 315,000 miles on it. Tim Miller and associates are my own personal Click and Clack.

Then recycling, delivery of cucumbers to Deb and some blackberry sage iced tea with delightful conversation, quick stop at E. W. James (are they going out of business?) to find that they had all their herbal teas for half price, and a cup of decaf and scone at MY TIME Coffee and Tea. I headed back to Kelley Ridge in time to meet Jim and Beth who came to pick my apples for making bags of frozen pie apples and applesauce (which she also uses in place of oil in many of her recipes). Unsprayed, and unpruned, my apples are dimply, spotted and small, but they taste fine, they’re not wormy, and I’m so glad Fawnda ( my “pet” deer who gets bolder and bolder with eating things close to the house, and yes, she’s named after Jane) isn’t the only one benefitting from Joe’s plantings. Jim and I searched the Joan Depot for a few tools he needed in trade for replacement of two of my storm doors that have blown off the hinges in Kelley Ridge wind storms, and after a relatively quick discussion of Joe Biden and liquor sales in Lancaster (quick for Jim), they left me to eat the potato leek soup that Deb had sent home with me (sides—fresh sliced tomatoes, cukes, and onions from Jeff and Jay, my leftover organic chicken salad with grapes from Mom and cashews, and dessert of Jeffrey cantaloupe with a few red raspberries on top—oh, well, they were Kroger). I watched my Netflix REMAINS OF THE DAY, which left me sad, talked to Mom about Greg’s waning life, and watched remnants of the Olympics. I will miss them when they are over, and no, the conventions will NOT take their place.

Today it has been church at St. William’s after a French toast with fresh peaches and almonds breakfast at Jim and Beth’s. Then paperwork and grading papers while listening to my favorite NPR Sunday shows. I did a little cooking for next week, watched some more Olympics, and made a trip to the barn to bag up a few more loads of trash. Laundry’s done, vacuuming waits, and I think I might play the piano.

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