all present & accounted for

Friend #7 is sewing in the kitchen. The smell of ironed cotton hangs in the air and the companionable whir of the sewing machine fills our kitchen with a sense of purpose. She is making a silk purse from a sow's ear. Rather: she is creating a lovely purse from a pair of cotton pants which were rescued from the Blessing Shop. She is making it for me because she found me crying the other night, although she insists that was not the reason.

Friend#37 is building a picket fence at the Madrid properties. He will add this skill to the list of things a real estate investor needs to know. The recycled wood he is utilizing was reclaimed from the porch they ripped off this week. He will dine at the Hometown Cafe for lunch, where he will be unable to ask for seconds. I hope they pile it deep and high for him.

#1 Daughter is watching a movie while lounging on the couch. She is recovering from yesterday's busy social calender. Over the course of the day, eight girlies came a-calling with get-well gifts and compassionate hugs. She is feeling better every day!

#1 Son is helping with the picket fence and giving his two-cents opinion into every decision Hubby is making about the latest project. He will also eat diner-food for lunch, probably a deluxe
cheeseburger with all the trimmings. Every time he works, I send him out the door with the admonition: "Be careful of your fingers!"

Our Spanish visitor is spending the day in Syracuse with our pastor's family. They will surely visit a sweet baby and her parents, but I would imagine also hit the Carousel Mall.

Friend #12 is heading to a track meet at the Norwood-Norfolk High School. Her brother is competing there. She spent the morning splitting wood. What a girl.

Hubby is overseeing the project at the Big White House in Madrid. Everything is full steam ahead there and he is in the best mood about this week's progress.

As for myself? I delivered a humble meal to the Little Yellow House this morning and then threw my kayak onto the Grasse River for a paddle. I visited the work crew, gave solicited advice to the foreman about trim and such, and then headed home. Swedish Meatballs are stewing in the crockpot, and before the thunderstorms come, I may squeeze in a brisk walk.

We may get a visit from one of our favorite families this afternoon, especially if the horseshow down the road gets rained out! Friend #55 is always welcome to invade our home with his kids in tow.