It wasn't the perfect day, but it was pretty nice. . .

It wasn't a perfect day, but it was sure pretty nice.
Sunshine drove the porch temperature to 60 degrees. Not perfect, but good enough to pretend it was Indian Summer, beautiful, warming, calm, comfortable.
We watched 30 new citizens swear allegiance to the United States on the Today Show and couldn't help but get lumpy and emotional. They dearly want what we've always had, imperfect union that it is.

Yes, there is a skin of ice on the pond.
But, hey, the thermometer says it is better than 60.
Good enough. Sorry, the lighting in this photo isn't
quite right, but you get the picture anyway.

Sister Becky reported in from Florida that all is well with hubby's new knee, he limped home from rehab today. Our neighbor, Miss Carla, underwent the same operation last week. Now she's walking the cul-de-sac. Her gait is not perfect yet, but it's getting there. Late this afternoon we had a cheery mailbox meeting about getting better. We're sure Al will be right behind Carla with his shiny new joint, which, no matter what, will be a lot better than his old one.
Kathleen accidentally shut down the furnace when she changed the filter a day ago. The house was chilly this morning until we discovered the error and flipped the heat back on. Made us think about the East Coast folks still without power.
Jill cooked hot lunch for Stan and his Mom today. Jill's not the regular chef, so, she modestly explained, lunch wouldn't be as good as Marcia's. But Stan and Mom thought her chicken pot pie and stuffing was plenty good enough, plus Marcia's cherries jubilee dessert, made yesterday, capped it off nicely.
We opened a welcome email from Mom's eldest grandson, who shared some good news about his persistent music career. It would have been better to know more details, we only know that it involves a possible movie score and a director and some hope, but that was good enough to get us excited and happy for this sweet, talented man who deserves a big break real soon.
The afternoon was just barely warm enough to break out the golf clubs and walk a few holes with a handful of scuffed rescue balls. Stonebrooke looks a bit ragged around the greens and the fairways are far from their summertime perfection, but they were quite good enough for an aging optimist with an imperfect swing.
As we enjoy a cold Sierra Nevada Pale Ale tonight, Kathleen leaves on a mission to take out the $10 feature at a tired old Pizza Hut on Marschall Avenue. She'll bring back the predictable sausage and pepperoni on an ordinary thin crust, but, on a day like today, it's going to be just perfect.

Wednesday we installed a handy shelf in Jennifer's bedroom in Dundas
for her to use while she is working on the rest of the house. It's not the
perfect solution, of course, but it is good enough for the time being.
The shelf is level alright, but the corner isn't square. Whatever.