BLACK FEET, PURPLE PLUMS & TOMMYTOES

Superklutz strikes again! About a month ago when going to church with Paul's family in their van, my foot slipped and I kicked the back of the drivers seat with my left foot ( actually the top of my foot kit a bar on the bottom of the seat) and consequently I had a nice big black and blue lump on it. It migrated as they tend to do and by the end of the week my toes had turned black and the whole top of my foot was discolored. It gradually disappeared though I still have a tender spot there. But that wasn' t the end of it. When we went to Minnesota for the Peterson Family Reunion we stopped at my sister's overnight to visit and to see David's headstone that had just been set a couple days before. Getting some ice for my glass of juice saturday morning I managed to spill cranberry juice down the front of my fresh white shirt, one of my nicer ones naturally! So I did a quick change of clothes then treated the stains and wrapped the shirt up in a plastic bag so we could be on our way. In Minnesota I wanted to wash the stain out so I did a quick load of laundry that evening at Evie's that night--late, went to check on it and put them in the dryer and managed to kick the basin that sits under her washer with my little toe and the one next to it on my right foot. That wasn't enough! In the shower the next morning the bar of soap slipped out of my hand and landed on the same foot. So now I have a matching bruise (yes, I bruise that easy!) to the other one now faded. If there's a dumb accident to have I'll have it! We did enjoy the reunion in spite of all my mishaps. It was nice to visit David's family though there were a lot of tears for me because he had so wanted to attend this year. Enough of that.

My purple plum tree bloomed this year and I discovered that it had six nice red plums on it just before we left on our trip! When we got back they were fully ripe and delicious! We thought it was one that bloomed but didn't bear fruit so it was a wonderful surprise!

Tommytoes! That's what we called tomatos when I was little. So far I have picked eight little red ripe tomatos off two of the plants in my little garden. They taste so much better than those I buy in the store. The rest of the plants in the garden are doing fine also. The cukes are climbing the dog pen fence and have four small fruits on them. All the rains we have had this season has really helped ( the weeds, too).

"Digger Dog " is still at it. I think she is trying to create a grand canyon in her pen. She has lost her job! The rope that I hung clothes on in her pen was getting very thin in places and I was afraid that it would break when I hung something on it (I hate to wash already cleaned clothes!) so I went to Menard's and got an umbrella type clothes line and put it up myself and was quite proud of the job until it started to lean a little bit. I put it in the side yard outside the basement door so I wouldn't have so far to carry the basket. The first time I used it Poocheroo stood by the fence and watched me and whined. She stayed there until I took them down since she couldn"t stand or lay under them and "guard" them for me anymore. She looks at me so mournfully everytime I hang something out!

Since it has been so hot I haven't been getting in any long walks in so I have found an alternative. When I find I need something from the grocery store or Alco or Dollar General I go and walk every aisle in airconditioned comfort. It works! It's surprising how many steps you rack up that way.

Work on the house, a few smiles, a few tears and a lot of prayers fill my days. With the Lord's help I get through each one. If you get a chance drop me a line or a phone call to say "hello" . I appreciate them all. God bless!!