Come Together! Roger’s busted collarbone didn’t, so he’s having surgery tomorrow to fix it.
Bounty. Soooo many kind-hearted people have supplied us with meals during The Ordeal.
- Super yummy salmon chowder from Phoebe (I don’t really want to share the soup with the rest of my family, but a mom does what she must).
- Homemade rigatoni from my good friend Michelle, along with a delicious salad and artisan bread.
- Chicken Cacciatore from our across the street neighbors (who also mowed our lawn).
- Gourmet pizza from Kim and David, dear friends of nearly 20 years.
We are so blessed to have these people in our lives. We can never pay them back; we can only pass on their kindness.
More bounty. Roger grilled some steaks the other night, but I’d forgotten to pick up a vegetable from the store. I needed an emergency side dish.
So I went out to the garden I’ve been neglecting this year, and a hail-damaged acorn squash was ready to be picked. In spite of the pockmarks, its flesh was deLICIOUS with a little butter and maple syrup.
SO much more flavorful than store-bought.
Hair. Roger is sporting a beard for the first time since I’ve known him. His shaving arm can’t quite make it up to his face, and for some reason, he doesn’t trust me with a razor near his jugular.
Reads. Some open adoption articles that may be of interest to you:
That’s the news and I am outta here.