Dishpan hands

Our dishwasher died. It waited, of course, until it, the sink, and the table were all loaded with dirty dishes after Friday's usual cooking marathon followed by having company for two of yesterday's three meals. So this morning I found dishtowels that fit my guys' manly hands and put them to work drying, and got all the dishes washed. Then I dirtied some more making a four-loaf batch of bread and canning seven pints of tomatoes, and washed again. I also did three loads of laundry, watered as much of the garden as I could, and worked on one of the two newsletters that were due last week.

Don't worry; my day wasn't ALL work and no play. Before doing evening chores, my horse and I enjoyed the gathering dusk walking around the arena.

That's it for today from . . .