Yesterday, I went to a funeral. Onita Thomas was a dear lady who'd lived almost her whole life in our small rural community, and worked as a nurse for the majority of that time. She raised four boys, so while she was a kind, generous, loving soul, she also knew how to let people know they'd stepped over the line, and they'd better start toeing it again. Even after the doctors decided they couldn't treat her cancer, she continued to work as a nurse at the only doctor's office in the county, right up till two weeks before the end. They shut the office down for her funeral. The whole county pretty much shut down. You had to get there early if you wanted a seat. I'm glad I got the chance to know Onita and her family. Her son and daughter-in-law are very good friends of ours, and a grandson from a different family is a good friend of our son's.
Things like this can wreak havoc on work and ordinary life, but I did manage to get a little bit done. I got 5 pages written yesterday, and worked in the garden digging up more of that nasty Bermuda grass and planting petunias while the fella planted hollies and purple Texas sage. Then I put some of the grass I dug up in the bare spots under one of the pine trees where the neighbor's butchered elm tree will let light reach now. We'll see if it takes...
Tuesday: 5 pages
Wednesday: 4 pages, so far. (I'm going to try to write two more--or maybe do 8-1/2 tomorrow...)