I forgot to mention earlier that Mary, my next door neighbor, got home Wednesday around lunchtime, and is happy as a pig in mud to be under her own roof. Nothing like home sweet home, to cure what ails you, and sleeping in your own bed is pure heaven. She has a caregiver with her three days a week until she's strong enough to go it alone, before she moves to Virginia to, to live with her daughter.
That means I have been relieved of my watering jobs and mail pick up at just the right time. I just hung up with her and while she sounds good, I can tell I'm going to either be cooking this weekend to take her a few things or making a run to the Farmer's Market for some goodies to share with her. These last few weeks are my swansong to be able to do nice things for her, so I better get busy. Happy Weekend to all.
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