Not that there's a competition

but Tom wins the contest. He was out of the house at 4:00 this morning to work the early shift at a half marathon, dropping traffic cones off a truck to mark the route and then picking up the same cones when it was all over. The "cone heads" were rewarded with a spiffy fleece jacket, and a race tee-shirt. (Does it help you get to heaven if the rewards are that good?)

I put in 3 hours this morning helping sort through donations to the St. Rose flea market, which is next weekend. I can't say I went into it with a completely pure heart. Usually, the workers get first chance at great bargains. This year, the rules were changed. No advance selling to workers. My worldly reward was a slice of pizza. One of those great ethical questions: Would I have volunteered if I had known this ahead of time???

If it weren't for yesterday's $5 purchase or for dinner tonight with Cullen you'd have to settle for a report on the geraniums from the cemetery which survived the 7-hour ride in the back of the truck. I'm betting we can keep them blooming at least until Halloween.