Home alone

That's Cliff, leaving on a tractor drive.  I'm supposed to be with him.  Unfortunately, I have a 4X5 inch burn on my belly, and I can't wear pants.  Here I sit in my nightgown, resting after canning another eight quarts of tomatoes.  The only clothes I can wear that won't break the blisters that remain on my belly (and cause incredible pain on the raw areas) are nightgowns and my two hippie dresses.  I'm pretty sure Cliff wouldn't have been too proud of me if I showed up on a tractor with him, nothing but a nightgown on.  I wish I had a muumuu.  
I have no discomfort unless I accidentally bump the burned area.  For that, I am thankful.
Because of the antibiotic I'm taking, I'm not supposed to be in the sun for long periods of time; but I was going to wear a long-sleeved shirt and my straw hat and use sun block for the tractor drive.    
Cliff paid in advance for both of us to go today.  The price included a T-shirt (at least I'll get that) and a meal right here in my town at the park.  He rode about fifteen miles to the Mayview picnic alone.  From there on, he'll be with the whole group accompanied by patrolmen, so it'll be a lot safer.  I told him to call me when he arrived at Mayview, just so I could stop worrying.  He did.  


While I was on the front porch watching him leave, the hummingbirds were in camera range and I took a picture.

Kinda neat, eh?