Chores, swimming, Agape (I finally was able to pedal the whole way around on the bike), Wegmans and back to the farm.
THERE WERE 7 MESSAGES ON THE PHONE.
That never happens. 5 of them from Gary.
He decided to go play a little tennis with some friends (has not played in over 25 years) and ended up tearing his achilles tendon. I did not get the messages until he was on his way home from the emergency room at 12:30. Just what we all needed. We are the dynamic duo, not capable of putting out 100% between us. And on top of that, it's too darn hot out. What's next?
It looks like me and my cane are going to be on our own for quite awhile.
I took pity on the ponies and fed them hay near the fan.
Then it was Louise and Jack to the rescue. They called to see if we wanted to go out to dinner and got the scoop on Gary. They were kind enough to bring up a gigantic meatball sub, makings for a salad, cherries and a couple of eclairs. (Wine too). So we ended up with a great meal.
We have the best friends.
Just before they left, Jenny stopped in with some goodies and dumped the wheelbarrow for me.
That is one thing that is still difficult.
Back to the drawing board.