A very quiet 4th of July for Nicky and me.    I had no company and wasn't invited anywhere.    Don't feel bad.   I was actually glad.  Tomorrow Jeff and Kathy are having a family gathering at their home in the afternoon because all of their children and grandchildren are visiting.    Matt and Kauru with Colton and Alana, Shane and Georgina and Sara.     Ya Hoo.  

Last night I went to the Mill Street Players performance.  (A weekly musical event done each year by young people from the area.   Jazz, rock, country, folk - you name it and they dance the whole time.)   I had agreed to sell tickets and figured since I was sitting anyway, it would be OK.   Boy was my foot tired and sore when I got home.   But it was good and the show was WONDERFUL.  I recommend it if you are looking for something to do of a Friday evening.   Starts at 7:30PM at the Plymouth Arts Center.

I did go to church this evening.   I gave communion.   When Fr. Dan gave me the chalice, he saw my foot and said with a goofy grin.  "You didn't shoot yourself again, did you?"   I have been getting a lot of that.  

I have been off of it as much as I can and on the heel in the boot when I have to walk since I got the Xray.   Each day it feels a bit better, but last night was HELL.   I think too much at the Arts Center.

Well, that is my day.   Happy 4th.  

Dia Dhuit

Mary