See me standing in the circle in the middle of the hexagonal garden plot? Well, it’s not a garden yet, but zgirl and her mate are planning to make it into one. Anyway, I had an audience and felt like being beamed up. “Beam me up Scotty!” So, I pretended I was getting energized by the gigantic force field coming down into that circle. I started jumping rigidly up and down at a great rate. That’s when I broke the hamstring. The nurse said, “Use cold packs three times a day for about twenty minutes each.” Okay. Well, maybe it’s a little better. It happened a week ago Sunday, on Palm Sunday to be exact, after we came back from church where Cynthia had given her sermon (see below) and where I recited the first part of T. S. Eliot’s First Quartet. Fitting, eh wot?