Watch Our for Those Falling Cows

Dear John,

 

I've had a lovely day, and I'm sure you have, too. I slept a bit later, then went in and worked almost four hours. I got my own work caught up and helped Kathy get the car loaded and ready for her retreat this weekend.

 

After work, I called Mary Jo and asked if I could take her out to lunch, tea, or dinner - or whatever she wanted to eat at 2:00 in the afternoon. We ended up going to Panera for a bowl of soup. We never did decide just what meal it was. We enjoyed it so much that we stayed until 6. (It didn't break my Panera record. I once met a friend there for breakfast, and we stayed so long that we ended up having lunch, too. Remember that?)

 

It was wonderful to have so much time to talk to her. I've realized that I need more social contact, and she probably does, too. It was good for me to talk to her since she's been widowed twice. She was born in 1919, two years before Mama.

 

The other news today is that Jen was hit by a deer on the way to work this morning. Or rather, the car was. There's a dent in the right front panel, but no front end damage, and she wasn't hurt. The deer was just grazed and seemed to be okay. I remember when that deer grazed us when we were on vacation - were we in western New York, maybe just south of Buffalo? I remember we were driving through miles and miles of grapes. We got by with no damage to the car or the deer.

 

Anyway, I found this tonight and posted it on Facebook. This shows that it could have been worse. I used to drive through "Falling Rock" zones on I-40 in North Carolina and Tennessee, but I don't believe I've ever been warned that a cow could fall on me.

 

I'm going to head off to bed. Tomorrow I plan to sleep in, since I've worked an extra day this week. I don't need to mow, but it wouldn't hurt to get some fall cutting-back done. But mostly, I'm just going to sleep late! 

 

Love you so much,

Joan.