We’ve received an inch of rain, a lot of which came as a deluge. Great for the gardens but lousy for the 2,000 Girl Scouts and their intrepid leaders who camped out this weekend at the Fairgrounds.

I went over last night to volunteer and helped out with the carnival. I was responsible for the duck pond and gave away as many tickets (to be redeemed for prizes) as I could. As one of the other volunteers said, the girls were really good sports in spite of the weather, and the whole point was to help them have fun.

I stopped off at the DJ event afterwards. I was amazed at the kids and their joie de vivre. What a great bunch! Makes me wish Ron and I had given Peter a sister. Too bad I didn’t track him down when it might have been possible to do that. Oh, well.

Planted the morning glories yesterday. Have been harvesting lettuce and strawberries. It’s raining, thank goodness. What a great feeling.

Transplanted the last astilbe. Mowed the back and side yards last evening. Flipped the chairs in the living room so mine is now closer to the a/c.

Ron may be discharged on Tuesday. He’s working very hard on his PT. A woman from Post O’Connor called yesterday, giving “manic” a new dimension.

I met with a new counselor yesterday. I think she’s the right ticket. I’ve felt so much pressure, to fulfill expectations. It’ll be a relief to adjust them downward.

Ron’s surgery was just four hours shy of one week ago, Wednesday, May 23, around noontime.

Yesterday was his best day so far. Spaulding adjusted his OT/PT schedule to better coordinate with his meds. He was able to achieve a milestone, 10 straight leg lifts.

It’s been hot and humid, and I brought Peter to Home Depot to pick out air conditioners for the house. With the new configuration, the air flow is different, and I’m not sure that three a/c’s are going to do the job. Peter hasn’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks and is going to the doc today.

Watering today, both back and front.

Fluffles threw up last night.

Ron sounded pretty unhappy this morning. Spaulding is doing a poor job with his pain management. If it doesn’t get fixed, I will get involved, but Ron wants to fight this battle himself for now.

Paul offered to visit and bring food! What a sweetie.

As promised, I’ve almost cleared an area around the cedar tree to make it easier for James to mow.

I hadn’t realized how badly the poor little tree needed pruning. A good chunk of the side nearest the fence was brown. It should grow back eventually.

I put Round-Up in the walkway, the area in front of the basketball hoop and the right side of the front yard; hope it works.

I also transplanted one of the lavender plants in the grass garden; trimmed the thorn bushes in the front; fed the rose and and sprayed the “volunteer” in front of it.

Ron phoned, he made progress in an important area and was hoping to have a better night than last night.

Ron’s surgery was last Wednesday. I got him into Spaulding and am not sure exactly how that happened, but am immensely grateful to their head of admissions and to Ron’s Worker’s Comp administrator.

Spaulding Cape Cod is an affiliate of the Boston rehab center of the same name which was ranked #5 in the country by US News and World Report. It had a fine reputation in its own right as RHCI.

Ron’s been spartan about the pain. I think he’s relieved to have the operation over with, and he’s taking heart from a vast improvement in his flexion. He’s got some tough days ahead, though.

Today, he’ll be busy from 8:30 to 2 pm, a short day because it’s the weekend. Tomorrow will be a holiday schedule. The dreaded Memorial Day is here.

I’ve been admiring the beautiful Scaevola I purchased for only $12.95 last night at the Sandwich Stop & Shop. Bought a pretty yellow iris from the same lady that sold me some gorgeous plants two years ago. The roses should be stunning by the time Ron gets home.

Fluffles has been fussy about his food – again. I don’t know if he’s disturbed because of Ron or if he’s just being his spoiled little self.

Last evening, I fell asleep watching a really fine PBS special on my favorite President, Thomas Jefferson. I went to bed very early, around 7:30, and only woke up when Fluffles insisted on being fed.

I ended up defrosting and grilling a chicken breast for both of us.

We have so much bread in the freezer that I may skip the senior center next Tuesday.

Saw Ron twice today. Shuttled Peter between Edgewater and Midas. Mowed the front and left side lawns.

There was an 8-mile backup on Route 25 to the Bourne.

Right now, it’s quiet and foggy. I can’t believe that the grass still looks terrible, though.

I went to a couple of nurseries, including Soares. Saw a lot of nice things, but nothing “grabbed” me. Want a hanger and some color for the back. On the way there, saw a nice combo of what looked like Salvia or Speedwells and red geraniums.

I’m beat tonight for no good reason. My new meds were shipped yesterday, and I hope they’ll be here soon.