Labor Day was not a big celebration at our house. Being unemployed makes it not very celebratory.

The rain did come, though. It was very strange. A little band in the morning gave us 2/10 of an inch. My Dad came to admire and had lunch with us. We talked about him signing up for classes at OLLI, which used to be called Learning in Retirement. I might, too. You have to be over 50 and there's a $40 registration fee. Classes range from $5 up, plus parking ($2). Gardening, history, languages... a lot of them are taught by retired professors.

Ray went to give platelets at 2 and I went to sit with Janna. Her mother is in the hospital and has been moved to palliative care. She is getting oxygen and a little morphine, but no meds. She hasn't been communicative since last Saturday and we are not sure she knows Janna is with her. Dani is coming today and they think she will die before the end of the week.

Back home, I made some enchiladas with peppers. They were tasty, but I think a cup of peppers may have been too much for my digestion. Peppers being what there is in the garden in plenty still, we have been eating them almost every day.

There was more rain in several batches, maybe up to an inch. We'll go check when it gets light. Now it is breezy. There is a risk of trees coming down. We watched the radar and most of the storms just slid by us. I expect they got a lot more rain in Atlanta. An inch is good, but more would be okay too.

After supper, Alison and Paul came to play hearts with us. We had a really good time and a close game. Ray won in the last hand (and I was the first to go over 100). It was fun to play with someone new.