I need exercise, desperately. We need a melon and some tomatoes.
Sweet Corn Charley is a safe destination.

But the thought of sticking band-aids on my face is one straw too
many. I'm going to stay home and weed the garden -- I can do that
wearing a niqab, if I pin the bottom to my shirt to keep it from
swinging out when I bend over.

And I'm *allowed* to bend over! I still do a double take when I drop
something.

2020 has been a low-quality year.

But we made out well in the derecho; our lights were out for a few
hours, and the neighbor's canoe ended up in our yard, but the canoe
wasn't damaged and nothing blew off the cottonwoods that the lawn
mower will notice.

Dave fired up the generator and connected the freezer, a fridge, a TV
for him to watch, and a bright light that I used to finish reading a
paperback mystery. (Heron Carvic's Miss Seeton in _Miss Seeton, by
appointment_ by Hampton Charles)

I don't think that any of the flattened corn was in central Indiana,
and at any rate, I sold the farm last summer. I still have an
interest in good crops, because the farmer has to make a few more
payments. Not to mention that his grandfather was a friend of my
father.

--
Joy Beeson
joy beeson at centurylink dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/