Skipped the Barneget flea market in favor of a house sale in Ventnor. (Actually, I just like to go in old houses.) On my way down, brother Jim called, but I missed it. Called him back after I parked and got him and SIL Therese and the three of us had a nice chat. They were asking about Betty and I was able to reassure them she was much better. Told them she'd enjoy hearing from them and they said they'd call.
The house on Melbourne was one of the great old 1900-ish kind, with a center hall, a sunporch, big living and dining rooms, and less-than-ideal kitchen. I bought a few little things, including a real find: a small casserole, glaze over terra cotta in a rich bronze color. It's beautiful.
Alison called to ask if we needed help with anything over the weekend--we don't--and to invite us to dinner tonight. Great! I'm going to bring my zucchini/ tomato/onion dish so I get to use my new mandolin AND my new casserole.
Ran out after dinner (beef tips and string beans) to get what used to be called a "fanny pack" so I can carry some things on today's Walk America. Will go to the R.'s (3 doors down) about 7:15; registration's at 8 and the walk starts at 9:00.
Didn't Julianne the potatoes because I can't find a recipe for making them--maybe I'm misspelling it.
P.S. Has anyone else noticed the prevalence of boy-and-girl twins among celebrities? There seem to be so many of them, I'm convinced they get some kind of procedure (the "farming" and implanting of eggs, maybe?) to enable them to bypass traditional pregnancy and to insure one of each. Whaddya think?