A lazy, rainy day. Spent mostly in anticipation of aunt Darlene's Barbeque'd Sausage Meatballs. My aunt's porch attracts friends and neighbors, like nectar attracts bees. The mailman stops to chat. I would not be at all surprised if Andy, Opie,and Aunt Bee came strolling up to the porch soon.
The photo is, left to right, Steve, Jim and Ron. Sierra, Scott, and Darlene, my cousins and aunt.
The meatballs were as good as we had hoped, as was the company.
