soup heating in microwave; potatoes, spinach: yum!

In getting ready for all the company coming to the wedding, we cleaned up the breezeway pretty thoroughly, which involved putting lots of the shoes in storage containers.

It just doesn't look as good as it tastes; more today for lunch!

While feeding the pigs on Tuesday, I noticed that my hiking boots, which I wear almost every morning to take a walk, plus usually when I feed the pigs, especially when it's raining, were cracked. Yesterday morning, I said, OK, time to get rid of these and wore some sneakers instead. They were cute black sneakers, but they have no tread on the bottom. While Ray and I were out walking in the morning, I stumbled as I have many times, looking at the trees and not the ground, tripping over a root maybe. I twisted my ankle badly and threw myself on him, holding on for dear life, so I didn't actually go down. Many other times, I have thought, oh, this is it, I've really hurt myself, but I've been fine. This time, I really did hurt it pretty badly. I hobbled back to the house and went about my day, but I have had this reaction before: I didn't appreciate how nice it is to be able to move around freely and do all the things I want to do. On the other hand, how fortunate that I didn't "need" to walk or stand yesterday.

I drove Ray to the bank downtwon; Barbara T. is taking over the grocery store gift card program and needed to be added to the check-signing card. Ray is off! Yay! I drove to Earth Fare and returned some codfish with a worm in it! Gross. I was preparing dinner Monday night, cutting up some nice fish I had gotten and there was a little waving worm. I never knew fish could have worms. I have read about it now and it is not really anything wrong; the fish is fresh. But I don't know that I will be buying fresh fish again...They gave me my money back and did not seem to know that it was "normal." 

This is probably their last day.

Then I went to Rubber Soul, where there are yoga classes that are supported only by donations. My friend Lisa had invited me and i was looking forward to it, but I could have let my ankle keep me from doing it. The teacher, John, approached me to introduce himself, and warned that it was a strenuous class. Lisa didn't tell me that! I was pleasantly surprised that there were few things I couldn't do because of my ankle (sitting cross-legged is one). There were things I couldn't do because of my lack of experience and skill--like standing on one leg, leaning forward with one leg up in the air. Also lots of downward dog, which reminded me of my Mom and made me think I should go take her yoga class at the Council on Aging. I really enjoyed the class, and afterward I put a few dollars in the box.

Lisa and I were originally planning to go to lunch, which we did at Ike and Jane's, an okay sandwich place that was in my coupon book. I really enjoy talking to her; it is rare to find someone you have so much in common with. Sometimes, I appreciate that my children are grown because hers are not. She is lining up summer camps (remember that?) for them and worrying about what schools they will go to.

I went to my Dad's and brought in his mail; his place seems fine (if pretty dirty). Then I went to the writers' workshop and saw Deb. She had written a short piece that I liked.

Then Ray and I went home and I sat on the porch (it was hot--over 80) with my foot up while Ray rushed around, picking lettuce for the salad he made for potluck and getting the trash ready. We drove over to the pigs, but I stayed in the car, and then on to potluck, where I sat with my foot up. And choir rehearsal.

One Wheel of Fortune, a little reading, and off to Dreamland...