More beautiful fall weather in Georgia--sunny and breezy, highs in the high 60s or low 70s, cool at night. Looks like it will continue this way at least all week...which means I need to water the garden. Baby spinach and lettuce, garlic, and a few older things I'm trying to keep alive. The funniest thing is some big healthy tomato plants, with not a single blossom on them. Guess they need longer, hotter days to set fruit. It is dark so late in the morning. This is when I can't wait for the time to change.

My Dad is in Seattle. I haven't spoken to him, but had an e-mail from him and one from Polly that suggest all is well. I have to write a paper about him this weekend and I need to do a good job on it.

Yesterday when I took Ray to work, I went to pick up a couple women from Nellie B and took them to vote. That is always a very interesting thing. One of these women talked a lot and the other barely spoke, except after she got back in the car, she kept saying over and over, "I'm not sure who I voted for." The other woman (her daughter) said, "stop saying that, you voted for Obama, I saw." It was quite amusing, but clearly there is some confusion and other mental health issues there.

Then I went to the library for a while. I didn't bring my iPad or my computer, just did some reading on my phone. I couldn't quite get comfortable in the chairs and came out to my car after a while. I  read there too. The sun was lovely, so the car was warm.

Eventually, I drove to Last Resort and met Heather K. and her friend Margaret from Chicago. Margaret is very involved in the Village and is trying to start one in Hyde Park. She is also the President of the Older Women's League and wants me to join. After a really nice lunch, which Heahter paid for, we had an appointment at the Council on Aging. We were a few minutes early, so I stopped at the Institute of Gerontology and introduced Margaret to Dr. Miles, to their mutual pleasure, I think.

At the Council on Aging, we met with Jill, who is the president of the Advisory Board for the Village. Heather ended up joining for herself and Scott and her daughter Catherine. Catherine has MS, but lives alone, except for a series of aides. She is 46, but they are making an exception and letting her join, even though she is not 50 yet. I mentioned that I would be needing an internship, and they told me to tell Anne (Dr. Glass). They could use the help, but I have to figure out the best way for me to eventually get a good job.

Afterward, I picked up Ray and Dan and we drove home. It was a nice afternoon, but I had trouble getting energized. I read a little and stood around outside, looking at the garden.

When it was dark, we watched a lot of tV and went to bed about 9.