Saturday, I made mint chocolate chip ice cream in the ice cream maker that Ian’s parents gave us back in 2003. Packing the thing with ice and rock salt left my hands both frozen stiff and salty for quite a whilte. Sunday, the husband and I helped Lushbaugh move his 90-gallon salt water aquarium from the old house to this one, and in the process I ended up getting a lot of salt water all over my hands, feet and jeans. All the moving of rocks, sand, fish, tanks, and supplies made my already aching joints (I’d woken up with a horrible pain in my right shoulder.) much worse, and then we had a cook-out in the backyard leaving me on my sore feet (My left kept cramping and shooting pain up my leg.) longer than my bones would have liked. So after the cookout–covered in salt, sand, grease, charcoal, and sweat–I decided to take a bath. What did I add to the bath water? Dead Sea salts that Ian had gotten for his own baths. At least I’ll be fairly well preserved for the next couple days.

On a totally unrelated note, Ian’s dad is in the hospital with heart problems and two collapsed lungs. Ian’s thinking about heading to LGT today, but I just wanted everyone to know we may be making a sudden trip to LGT soon. Last we’d heard, Fred was talking (somehow) and otherwise feeling OK since they have him on a nitro drip, so we’re expecting him to get better now that he’s getting treatment for whatever caused this in the first place. We’ll probably hear more later today as the test results start coming in. I know he can’t read this right now, but “Get better, Dad!”