Saturday, Ray slept late. Gerald and I worked on his itinerary some. He and his girlfriend Brooke are taking a road trip, ending up in California and coming back here in mid-August. He has a lot of ideas about places to stop, but not any actual reservations or schedule yet. He didn't even really know how long it would take to drive from here to New Orleans, where they plan to stay tonight. Rand McNally has a good website for planning a trip, so I had fun with that.

After Ray got up and had breakfast, the three of us went to the farmers' market. It was late and there was no corn. We bought bread, but nothing else. Gerald bought flowers and we drove to Oconee Hills Cemetary to see Eve's grave. Then we walked around downtown a little. Fortunately, it was not quite as hot as it has been, although very humid. We came home and had lunch and Gerald took a nap.

Brooke came to get him and take him to dinner at her house, with her mother and grandmother and a couple good friends, Caitlin B. and Mallory. Then she took him downtown where he spent time with some of the people he had been close to in high school: Maggie and Rob, others from Grease, Anthony, ending up at Katie O's house to sleep. He only slept a couple hours and called here at 7. Ray went to pick him up. Then he want back to bed for a while.

Sunday

Ray and I picked blueberries at Sky and Basil's. They were very generous. Miles and Paul were there, too, and baby Maya. Sky held the baby while Paul picked.

I made pancakes. Ray zipped off to the Fellowship; he was a greeter. I helped the Captain move the chickens. This is not as easy as it sounds. We have three chickens that we are borrowing from Nancy H. They live in a wire run called a chicken tractor. Their crate is inside the run. I got inside the tractor to try to get them into the crate. One got out as I was getting in. Captain and Vanessa were chasing it, trying to keep it from flying into the woods. It took me longer than you would think to get the other two into the crate and shut the door. Then I got out of the tractor and helped with the third one. Eventually, we herded it into the garden and shut the gates. Then we moved the crate with the two chickens and the tractor into the garden. We left the door to the tractor open and retired to the porch. The white hen seemed perfectly happy in the garden, catching bugs and staying away from the tractor for about an hour. I was in my dirty jeans, which were now very dirty and didn't want to take my shower until she was safely in the tractor. After a long time, the white hen ventured cautiously into the tractor. I threw a handful of feed on the ground in the tractor. She went further in and I shut the door. Of course, I had to open it again to reach in and open the door to the crate and let the other two out, to roam around in the tractor with their friend. All's well that ends well.

Then I showered and we had lunch. Gerald was studying his guidebooks. It amuses me that he has books in French about Louisiana and the West, but why not? We have books in English about France. He took another nap and we all rested some. I vacuumed. Captain and Vanessa took the recyclables. When Gerald got up, he started packing his things. About 7, Brooke came over and they started talking about the trip. They made a reservation for a hostel in New Orleans for tonight. Ray brought our tent in and they helped him set it up, so they will have it if they need it. There was a lot more I wanted to give them and show them, but they had a party to go to. They will be back today to get more stuff, but I will be at work. He also has my parents' cell phone (which they rarely use). Hopefully, we will hear about their adventures.

We ate supper very late and went to bed.