Not Much

Continued working on my narrative for the DQ program.  Darn, this is more difficult than I thought it would be and I still have plenty to do.
Called grandson Joel, who was on his way back from the bachelor party, to ask if he still wanted the pool I said I'd buy from Tara K.  He asked the dimensions and I sent Tara an e-mail.
Aline called; she's back from Canada and had a fabulous time: Niagara Falls, Toronto, Ottawa, and the Thousand Island.  I'm going to pick her up tonight and we'll go to rehearsal to pick up some flyers.  It's at the Tuckerton Seaport, funnily enough, I guess because it's a holiday and the school's closed.
Watered the tomatoes and flowers, and puttered around.  Took a drive, just to clear my head, along the back roads, as I often do.
Talked to daughter Ellen and was interested to hear she's volunteering for a congressional candidate, Julia Brownley.  Will look her up.  I was sorry to hear that Tessie, her kitty--Ellen's, not Julia Brownley's--is ailing.
Aside from that and some household chores, I didn't do much.