Remember when my cousin heather, the one who rode her bike 1000 miles to raise money for AIDS research, got hit by a French touriste on her way to the airport to see me? Remember her? She just called and will be here Thursday night. By the way, that’s what your elbow looks like with eight screws and a bunch of metal after la touriste plows into you. The staples are out, but the rest of the hardware remains. Airport security should be a blast.
I’m really looking forward to seeing her- her mama is Crazy Chicken Annie– remember her? I swear, I do not make these stories up. My life is full of the most interesting people. Really.
All’s quiet on the homefront. DH had interview this morning, so if anyone has a few extra prayers, moon-dances, chants or fatted calves to sacrifice, it would be much appreciated. Just kidding about the cows- but dancing under a bright moon always makes me happy. Except for you, Heather! No dancing, no biking and no jogging on public streets, at least until you are up here!
The county fair is going on, as well as tons of fall goodness at the u-pick farms I love so much. Jeffrey has a soccer game, and other than that, I figure we’ll just hang out and bask in each others presence. Sigh. Sounds like a delightful weekend.
Now- off to clean my pit house like a mad-woman.