On Sunday morning, I went to Mass at my home church, Sacred Heart, had a good visit with my friend Maria, and then headed back to Lex to take back the headset, stopped in Richmond to go to the bank and visit over a glass of wine with Deb, and then enjoyed some gardening time at Kelley Ridge. One Monday, my realtor came by to have me sign an offer for Joe’s Kentucky River land. We’ll see if it goes through. I also listed Kelley Ridge with them for six months. Now it’s in God’s hands–I’m willing to make the move if that is what God works out for me. It was nice to have my three days–it sure went by fast!

He was never mine, but he took care of me as if I were his.

He talked. He smiled. Sometimes Joe looked at me out of his eyes.

Today Joe said, “You wanna come? You can come! Come on, Buddy…” and he went.

The Business Outside The Denver Convention

by Jeff Brady

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Morning Edition, August 25, 2008 · Organizers of the Democratic National Convention in Denver say it will pump as much as $160 million into the local economy. Experts say the total will be more like $16 million. Businesses in the Mile High City are optimistic, though some are slashing prices to make sure the convention isn’t a bust for them.

Then recycling, delivery of cucumbers to Deb and some blackberry sage iced tea with delightful conversation, quick stop at E. W. James (are they going out of business?) to find that they had all their herbal teas for half price, and a cup of decaf and scone at MY TIME Coffee and Tea. I headed back to Kelley Ridge in time to meet Jim and Beth who came to pick my apples for making bags of frozen pie apples and applesauce (which she also uses in place of oil in many of her recipes). Unsprayed, and unpruned, my apples are dimply, spotted and small, but they taste fine, they’re not wormy, and I’m so glad Fawnda ( my “pet” deer who gets bolder and bolder with eating things close to the house, and yes, she’s named after Jane) isn’t the only one benefitting from Joe’s plantings. Jim and I searched the Joan Depot for a few tools he needed in trade for replacement of two of my storm doors that have blown off the hinges in Kelley Ridge wind storms, and after a relatively quick discussion of Joe Biden and liquor sales in Lancaster (quick for Jim), they left me to eat the potato leek soup that Deb had sent home with me (sides—fresh sliced tomatoes, cukes, and onions from Jeff and Jay, my leftover organic chicken salad with grapes from Mom and cashews, and dessert of Jeffrey cantaloupe with a few red raspberries on top—oh, well, they were Kroger). I watched my Netflix REMAINS OF THE DAY, which left me sad, talked to Mom about Greg’s waning life, and watched remnants of the Olympics. I will miss them when they are over, and no, the conventions will NOT take their place.

Today it has been church at St. William’s after a French toast with fresh peaches and almonds breakfast at Jim and Beth’s. Then paperwork and grading papers while listening to my favorite NPR Sunday shows. I did a little cooking for next week, watched some more Olympics, and made a trip to the barn to bag up a few more loads of trash. Laundry’s done, vacuuming waits, and I think I might play the piano.