It's always something

I'm back from Massachusetts, it was great to see Steven, Sandy and Matthew. Matthew is a lovely, loving, affectionate little boy who is very, very big for his age, and trying to come to terms with the fact that he is too big for grandma to pick him up. So, after two weeks of whining about the rain and chilly weather up in Massachusetts, I arrived back in Louisiana to the hottest June I can ever remember, so now I am whining about the heat. It is so hot, (how hot is it?) the water evaporated in my pool, and even in the toilets, I have never seen such a thing. Many of my plants died and I have been watering them, hoping to resurrect them. Then, Sunday I went to the store to buy some food, when a clumsy guy backed up into me, kicking my toe and breaking it, (little toe, right foot) so now I can't walk or drive, which means I couldn't get to the hospital, so I have been sitting with my foot in a bowl of ice water for days. So now I can't water my plants, or play tennis. I have been dying to get back on the tennis court, it has been months, what with my eye surgeries and trips. I hope my toe heals in time for me to go to Virginia. It's always something.