Early morning is pretty much my favorite time of day. It's quiet. I still have energy and hope that today will be special, something wonderful will happen. In the evening, I'm tired and usually disappointed that nothing significant happened and possibly I didn't get done as much as I thought I would. Now the birds are singing, it's cool from the rain a little while ago.

It's Memorial Day. We talked some about driving somewhere not too far away, but really it's almost more depressing to drive somewhere just for the sake of driving somewhere than staying home and pretending that's what you really want to do. Although I kind of like the idea of having somewhere to go, it sounds tiring as well.

Yesterday morning I weeded for a while in the strawberry patch. It was quite pleasant and quiet, although a little humid and buggy. I found at least 3 mosquito bites last night at bedtime. Ray went to church to sell gift cards, but I didn't go. He reported there were only about 60 people there and 3 children for RE. It was a Memorial Day service about veterans, and I couldn't seem to get excited about giving up the coolest part of the day for it. The choir didn't sing, needless to say.

We had Salad Nicoise for lunch, one of our favorite things to have, especially on Sunday. We cooked the potatoes and the eggs early. About 11:30 Captain went out and picked the beans. There were more than we needed, so I washed and cut them all up and cooked them and froze some. There was lovely baby Romaine lettuce to wash too. I spent more than an hour before Ray took over. Fresh garden produce is a lot more trouble than what you buy in the store. I believe in it and I know it's worth it. But sometimes...I started out quite happy and appreciative, but as I got hungry and lunch still wasn't ready, I began to resent it. Anyway, it was delicious but I was still hungry--not enough carbs??

After lunch, I called a family meeting, something we did a few times when the children were young. We start with compliments (the garden is wonderful, we made it through our trip in spite of everything) and progressed to concerns or issues. It went pretty well, all things considered. It is very hard to talk about the future, when it surely holds death and possibly infirmity.

I spent some time planning meals in a not very successful fashion, dozed a little, ate supper, and watched more TV than I have in a while. The Vicar of Dibley made me laugh out loud. Ray had to pause it so I could stop laughing. It is very crude and silly; my father doesn't like it.