Paradise, Upper Peninsula of Michigan, that is, where John is going to run a marathon, tomorrow.  It has a beautiful waterfall.  I am home here with the dogs, as usual. 

On August 12, I finally planted 6 of the tomatoes in colorful, 2-gallon plastic buckets with holes in the bottoms.  I put aluminum pie plates under them, and set them out in the garden.  Last night, we had a nice downpour with thunder and lightning, and today, they look very happy and healthy in their new homes.  I can't imagine planting out my tomatoes in the middle of August, but I am ready to bring them indoors if there's frost.  This is the strangest year for gardening, for me.  The grass/weeds in the garden are chest high.  I've never seen such healthy grass.  This is my new life, after stroke. 

I see that life can continue at a diminishing pace - that's what old age is turning out to be, for me.  Some days are better than others, especially with regard to numbers, but then, other memories which once were indelibly inscribed in my mind, are fluttering around like butterflies not ready to settle down and land. 

The mama deer did not lose her baby, as I had been fearing.  Others have seen her and the growing fawn together, but I haven't.  What I've been doing, is trying to give my dog, Pepper, a haircut, especially on her hind quarters.  If I can do that much, then the rest should be easy.  But she will not be still, and I don't want to hurt her.  It's a tricky business. 

Of course, I still watch the news casts and political commentaries of my favorite Democratic people, and remembering that I have promised not to blog my opinions; not much anyway, but I am enjoying the shows and hope that reason will prevail......