Friday, June 1

Today is the first day of June, and Granddaughter's Birthday. Happy Birthday, Grandddaugther.

Up late, around 8 a.m. on this unseasonably cool morning. After breakfast, I did stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house early, and before I got ready for the day, I gathered everything we'd need to make a batch of muscadine grape jelly.

As soon as I was dressed and ready, we started the jelly-making process. We finished just before noon, and got four beautiful jars, with a little left over for us to sample. While we did this, Hubbie went to the farmer's market to pick up another gallon of blackberries.

After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands. But first, we went to the river, so I could snap pictures of the lock and dam. Because of a dredging operation, the river was too low to flow over the dam as it usually does. A large sign warns against walking on the dam, but that didn't stop several men from doing it anyway. And one person was fishing from some rocks out in the river. Another guy was out on an egg-shaped island created by the low water. He soon entered the water and swam back to the bank.

From the river, we went to the WDCS for a few groceries; to another grocery store for cobbler mixes; and to another farmer's market for tomatoes grown in the south part of the state, locally-grown yellow squash, and a loaf of homemade yeast bread sold by a Mennonite woman, who had an array of baked goods for sale.

Back home, Mother diced onions from the garden, mushrooms, and bell peppers, which I sauteed. Later, I used the veggies, and shredded Monterey Jack cheese, to make Ziplock bag omelets for supper, which we had with sliced tomatoes topped with cottage cheese, and slices of the yeast bread, with margarine and muscadine jelly. Very satisfying breakfast-for-supper meal.

Afterward, I accompanied Mother back to her house, helped her take a shower, and then threw a load of laundry in the washer. At home, Hubbie and I watched TV, including the 2006 LMN movie, "Cheater's Club." A nymphomaniac psychologist recommends adultry to a group of women. The plan backfires, though, when the psychologist is murdered and three women who, at the psychologist's urging, become involved outside of marriage are stalked.

Note: Hubbie seems to be in injury mode, because yesterday, while he was trying to pound a stake in the ground to use in tying up a tall tomato plant, the hammer slipped, and he sort of mangled the top of his hand. Today, in an effort to be friendly with Mother's cat, he went face-to-face with her. The cat batted him, getting her claw stuck in his lower lip.