JPA Annual Meeting

 Please don't forget that the Joe's Pond Association's Annual Meeting is tomorrow, July 3, at 10 a.m. at the pavilion. Our weather has cooled and may be a bit damp tomorrow, so be sure you are dressed accordingly - it can be pretty chilly there, even with the side curtains closed, especially if there is a wind.

Today has been a very relaxing rainy day, and that gave everyone a much-needed relief from hot, sticky weather and dry conditions. The grass on my newly seeded lawn where the new porch will be is growing nicely, no watering needed today! I'm told my builder will be on the job Tuesday or Wednesday. I'm hoping the weather cooperates. 

This was a perfect day for catching up on some baking. As it turned out, both Jamie and Bill visited - actually both were here at the same time for a while - and they arrived just as the first batch of soft, puffy molasses cookies came out of the oven. These cookies are a favorite of both grandchildren who are spending a few days at camp before JoAnn goes back to school in Texas. Apparently they were favorites of the boys, too, and  having those warm cookies took both Bill and Jamie back to their childhood days. They each remarked that they tasted just like when they were kids. It took me back, too, having cookies disappear off the cooling racks so quickly. I'm glad I made a big batch or there wouldn't have been enough left for the girls.

I had a phone call from a long-time friend this evening, and that was a pleasant surprise. She lives in Cabot, but I haven't seen her in some time, due to Covid.  Like so many things, I intended to give her a call, but only remembered it at eleven o'clock at night when it was too late; she said she had somehow mislaid my phone number but saw it in the Cabot Chronicle article about our upcoming book, so was finally able to connect with me. We are both about the same age, so we fully understand. 

I stopped in to visit another elderly friend in a nursing home Wednesday after about a year and a half had passed since I'd seen her. I was surprised that she recognized me, even with my mask on - but she used my former name, Jane Dimick, going back to the years we were close friends in St. Johnsbury. I had tried to get her phone number in order to call her during the Covid period, but the nursing home wouldn't give it to me. Wednesday when I asked my friend for her number, she had to ask the woman in the office for it. I totally understand; I cannot remember my seldom-used cell phone number. It's all part of growing up and growing old. With any luck it happens to all of us.

Don't forget the JPA meeting tomorrow at 10 and the fireworks in the evening at dusk!