Well, Somtimes, Things go Right, and Sometimes They Gang...Agley.

And that explains why there was no Friday post, sort of. And thanks to that redoubtable Scotsman Bobby Burns.

Friday started with a pleasant walk, a neighbor who stopped to introduce herself ("Lived here long?"   "Fifteen years." )  It's amazing what and who you don't know when you don't have sidewalks and live far back from the street, isn't it?

Plans were to head out in the late afternoon to attend a friend's poetry reading and go on to dinner. Heading out meant an hour plus drive each way, but I've become accustomed to that. Then, my husband (and chauffeur for night time driving)was tied up at work.  Let's just say, CNN never sleeps and neither do its people. So after working on a special project from 4 a.m. until 1p.m. after a full nights work the night before that, he was diverted on the way home  by the news that our van had unceremoniously slowed to a creep in the middle of Cobb Parkway,(said van being driven by a child doing a good deed for us) all the while making screeching and moaning sounds as it did so.  Fortunately its agony was in close proximity to the repair department we generally use. Once home, with about two hours for my husband  to sleep before we had to head out, we had a short respite until there came a call from the same formerly and now presently  stranded child, now in his or her own car, who had locked his or her keys in his or her car (I promised I would keep them nameless.) An electric lock. Hard to break into. No AAA card handy (locked in the glove box)and no spare key, etc., a problem which Magic Daddy solved, but not before another hour passed. The time to sleep had expired, and with it any chance of poetry or dinner.

Now as you can see, I am not mentioned above as being a party to all the comings and goings. Just let me remind you of another quote: They also serve who only stand and wait. And search on Google and make calls.Those people do not blog.

So, Richard, do you see why I didn't attend your poetry reading?

So I will pick up again tomorrow, Monday, with a moving tribute to kale. It is thundering now and I  will  have a large Black Labradore in my lap soon, so I am signing off for the day.