Yes.  I got a lovely poem for my birthday. The other part of the story was that we got to spend the weekend in the ER after Bob fell on the ice while doing chores.  He broke his arm in two places.  He typed that poem up anyhow, even though his arm was blown up enough to look like the balloons my brother and I used to make with A.I. gloves (a great source of amusement that only farm kids will know about).

Today the swelling is finally down enough to get his cast, but he’s crestfallen.  He’s just learned he’ll  be out of commission for another two-three months at least.  But Jack, who many of you really enjoyed working with last year, is coming home from school on the weekends to help me in the cafe kitchen when we re-open at the end of this month.  And Bob is going to move to the front of the house, where he can help us tighten up our game out there.  So if you’ve never gotten a chance to talk with him (because he hides in the back with the dishwasher), this season is DEFINITELY your chance!  In the end I think this tiny setback will be a gain.  A girl can hope, right?