Tomatoes

There are mountains of tomatoes on the bushes at KH's house. A few weekends ago I decided I would clean off some of the branches. I made a strong start Friday evening. But once it started to get dark I thought it best to save the rest for Saturday morning.

Saturday morning came, and I went out to the bushes, only to find a HUGE and rather frightful spider had spun a web across the front of the tomatoes. 

I didn't really need any more tomatoes, ever.

Roommate KC came home a week later and proposed the removal of the spider. She caught it in the pool net and pushed it down to the bottom of the pool, a good 9 or 10 feet. Said spider did not like it. You know a spider is big when it's at the bottom of a pool and still looks huge.

I still have not mustered any further interest in the tomato plants.

Random Happenings

 These are some of the lovely things that have been going on:

C & I went to the YSA Conference. I love attending stuff with her and hearing her perspective on things.

My friend T was a doll and took me to dinner for editing her book manuscript. A lovely dinner at a French restaurant here in S.

I attended a marvelous 60th wedding anniversary celebration out in W.

C, J, and I went to a presentation on California during the Civil War at the State Library. 

People dressed up in uniforms and refreshments were picnic coordinated. It was a great presentation, sadly the sound system wasn't working so it was difficult to hear. I always love the Night at the State Library events.

Book Binding

I'd love to be able to do this. A future hobby in the works.

Clearlake

Mom, G, and I went up to Clearlake to visit the grandparents at the end of July. It was soon after we found out Papa is having his second go-round with cancer. P was exhausted, but I did get to accompany him on a brief "walk" around their concrete yard. Many childhood summer memories revolve around the lake. Sleeping on the deck, being covered in algae after a swim, family reunions, fishing...

Lately visits involve boxes. Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. Equal parts overwhelming and hilarious!

Papa in his garage man-cave.