Early today we had a phone call: cattle were on the highway... were they ours? No, they weren't. That's always a good start to a day, to be scared that you might have a problem, and then find out you don't.
Marvin, next door, has quite a good-sized patch of sweet corn, and his daughter, Anna, had brought some over last night. So we had corn-on-the-cob for lunch, along with fresh tomatoes and barbecued pork, using some of the whole hog (frozen of course) from our reunion July 2..
It's been sufficatingly hot for over a week, but this afternoon, relief came in the form of blessed, sweet, gentle rain. The thermometer reads 68 degrees. Thank You God. (added later... so far we have an inch in the rain guage and it's still coming down.) (added at 7:30 PM... 2 inches in the rain guage)
I got a wonderful gift in the mail from one of my Virginia friends, Joanna.
After Cliff left for work at 2:30, I, who never watch TV, decided to check the TV guide online, on the off chance I might catch a decent movie. I discovered, on Showtime, one of the best movies I've seen in ages: "Hope And Glory", from 1987.
I may as well go to bed; it can't get much better than this.