There Is No Title for All This Mess

Oh goodness! How does daily life get away from me and spin off on its own chaotic path? I just checked comment moderation, and I had TEN comments to allow. I'm so behind.
Right now, I have 8 minutes until I need to be at Prayer Shawl this morning. I shall be late.
Julia and I spent Tuesday in the Emergency Room. She fell from a tree on Monday, onto her upper back/neck, and it was hurting. I don't like to take risks with things like necks and vertebrae.

 She got a brace immediately, then an x-ray, then a CT scan. She checked out okay. No fractures!

 When she fell, she forced tiny bubbles of air from her windpipe into the soft tissue in her throat. That's what was hurting and causing pressure. We came back home after a long day.
When I have a chance I take the bike out, ride along the water, and still my heart.

 Wednesday Adam returned to the doctor in Greenville, hoping for a good report and latitude in bending and applying weight to the leg. He got it! He left his leg brace there. The P.T. department will donate it to someone who can't afford to buy one. I thought that was  a neat thing. When we return in 3 weeks, I'm taking all the old splints, braces, and slings I have around the house. They mostly belonged to Peter.

 We went to lunch, and Adam enjoyed crossing his legs again.
This was my sandwich. I post it here only so I remember how extremely delicious it was -- a chicken pesto panini.

 The hollyhock was blooming and bowing in front of the sunset yesterday.

 And the bumblebee busied herself inside.

 Another entire blog post will be dedicated to the lovely book Adam bought for me online, JRR Tolkien's newly-published translation of and commentary on Beowulf. It is a delight and a challenge and a wonder, and I'm thrilled every time I sit to study it.

 Adam made a lovely loaf of bread Saturday morning early. But it's already long gone, of course.

 Many fun-named boats have come and gone as well.

 I have four patio tomato plants in containers on the back stoop.

 And a few sweet peas too ~

And I'm reading a Gladys Taber book at last!! Stillmeadow Sampler is delightful. (I've used that word twice now, but that's because my reading this days truly does make my heart and brain sparkle.) Her writing style is one of those that makes me smile, say "Ah, yes!" to myself, and causes me to remember things from my own childhood I'd forgotten. How does one forget such precious things? More blog posts on that too.
So you see, I'm unsuccessful in cutting back, slowing down, and becoming unbusy. Ah well. And I have no time to proofread this post, so please forgive any errors. As my mother says, "Don't pay attention to what I say, just what I mean."