This morning before the sun came up I rolled over in bed and found a box tucked under the blanket next to my pillow and then I half-hollered, "Tony!" A few seconds later T. walked into the bedroom and flipped on the light.
"Happy Birthday, Nance. I love you," he said, softly as I pulled the heavy box out from under the covers. "I hope you like it." My eyes got big!
"I love it! Oh, Tony you shouldn't have. Thank you so much for the grinder. How'd you know I wanted one?" I asked, as I climbed out of bed and pulled it out of the box. He told me a little birdie had told him. Thank you, little birdie! I've been wanting my own grinder for a long time for my many woodworking projects. "I'm going to paint it pink!"
When T. returned from the Old Timer he told me that he had posted the flyers all over town for Jane Dog and he told everyone at the store about her while they drank coffee. After breakfast Tony went outside to do his chores, so I walked six miles with Leslie and her friends.
After Tony treated me to a fun lunch in Kerrtown we went to the The Yoga Space, so we could attend the Drumming Circle with our good friend June Hartley.