This morning I was having a bad dream. In my dream, I heard shots, but part of my brain was awake enough to say "I shouldn't be hearing shots--they must be coming to get us." I was trying to wake up Ray in my dream and I couldn't get him to wake up. So I woke up instead and got up.

It is finally starting to get light early enough for me to walk the dogs before breakfast and still get to work on time. It's 6:41 and I can hear the birds.

It's a little darker today because it is supposed to rain. Thank goodness. The pollen is bothering everyone. It gets in my contacts and makes my eyes hurt. And the garden needs it. It is a beautiful garden, with healthy little plants. Hopefully, we can harvest some things before the grasshoppers eat it all. I have baby strawberries and blueberries and the pecan and fruit trees are leafing out beautifully. My Dad has started lots of plants from seeds and set them into the garden: lettuces, cabbage, broccoli, tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, squashes, cucumbers, even pumpkins. Then he has to worry about them. Carrots, radishes, beets, spinach, onions are coming up. And the asparagus! It is a fun time to live in Georgia, although it is getting too hot too fast some days.

On Tuesday, my mother and I went to hear Andrew Young speak. A young man who works with me, J., asked me who that was. I guess it's not surprising; he hasn't been in the news much lately, but I was shocked. Martin Luther King's lieutenant in the Civil Rights movement, mayor of Atlanta, named ambassador to the UN by Jimmy Carter...preacher, statesman...We got there 30 minutes early because I was afraid we couldn't get a seat in the UGA Chapel, but sadly there were still empty seats when he spoke. I guess he is not that well known among college-age people. His talk was not the very best I have heard; he must be in his 70s. But we were glad we had gone. It was the 10th anniversary Mary Frances Early Lecture. She was the first African-American to graduate from UGA. Two others were the first to enroll--they were undergraduates. But she transferred from Michigan to finish her graduate program here in 1962. She was a delightful woman, who also spoke briefly. Very attractive and charming. Also we enjoyed the music by the Hodgson Hall string quartet.

Otherwise, life is going along. Work--still enjoying it, but hard, need to cut back a little; cooking...lunch with Becky yesterday, last night potluck and choir.