Pretty much more of the same. It just occurred to me: what if the remaining tendons tear? I mean, they are being stretched.
Since the routine was altered as of yesterday, the eldest, done with school for the year, shouldered responsibility for getting the brothers off to school. I stopped in on the way home, bringing Dunkin's donuts, and we both went to VF to check on Papa, then to Strawberry Acres. They've reopened after being closed for a time after the death of the owner. His widow, and their son, are running it now. She said it has not been a great year for strawberries, with not enough warmth and then too much rain. Berries were $5.00 a quart or $3.00 if you picked your own. That proposition was not in our wheelhouse, so we bought a couple of baskets. The berries were rather small, which I don't object to, but many on the bottom had too many heavily seeded areas on the bottom, which I had to amputate along with the hulls. They were tasty, but kind of a pain to deal with.
Since we were in the area, we stopped at Daisy's house, where a young Mexican woman holding a baby who evidently lived in the other apartment indicated the family was gone. She was friendly, but did not speak English though, and either may not have understood or else was following the custom of being a non-informant. The chickens were still there...
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