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Saturday, i stopped over at my brother's house to drop off a christmas movie that i may have borrowed for too long. My brother took me over to a neighbors house, two doors down. He introduced me to a retired gentleman who has taken up the hobby of stone carving. There are several pieces of his work in the backyard and we went into the workshop where he showed us his latest piece of work, which is a motif from a celtic cross, the three interlocking rings. He works in marble and i was just completely bowled over by it all. He has done one public piece that i am trying to find an image of on-line. You never know what's going on in your neighborhood!


Yesterday 'harry and i drove across town to see an outdoor production of Shakespeare's "Merry Wives of Windsor" As the director said before the play began, the "play was as close as Shakespeare came to a farce." a perfect show for a cloudless summer's eve.



'harry had to all but drag me out the door, and this was something i wanted to do. I'm becoming sedentary; i'm already a homebody, but i seem to be getting worse. The morning 'harry and i went on our trip downstate to see the s-bridges and other Ohio sites, i was crabby and sullen, after we were on the road for awhile, i was better, but the whole expedition was my idea. What is happening? I think some men do this in 'middle age' they want to stay and putter around the yard. I have to shake this.

what every gardener wants to hear:

e-mail from 'harry:
"So I brought in a bunch of the small tomatoes today. About half from the remaining grape tomatoes from the store, and about half from the garden. It's easy to identify which is which as I bite into them!! The garden ones are awesome"