Something happened to me today that has never happened to me before. A neighbor came by to introduce herself and she brought us a cake that she baked herself. Apparently she baked it twice. She was waiting to see both my and my wife's cars in the driveway so she could meet us both. And apparently that took so long that the first cake didn't make it.

So anyway, here I sit eating homemade banana cake (made by a friendly neighbor), topped with blueberries (we bought today at a local farmer's market), and also topped with whipped cream (from a can). Can you tell I'm loving livin' in the country?