Pam told me not to tell anyone this story, which means that I must tell you.

No one is sure what got into her last night, but after dinner Pam decided that the moment was right to take some exercise.  "I'll join you for a walk, if you like," I told her.  No, walking is too much work.  Dennis had just bought himself a new bicycle a few days ago, so now there were enough bikes for everyone in the house.  Spin around the block it was.

Pam warned Dennis and me that she hadn't been on a bike in 40 years, and true to her word, her form was a bit rusty.  It's difficult to describe just how she managed to crash.  The circumstances were extraordinary--the bike was stationary, kickstand out, and still in the garage.  Yes, it's true, Pam didn't even make it out of the garage without injury.  Down she went, yelling at Dennis and me the whole time.  While incapacitated on the ground like a beached seal (that is, a beached seal with a bicycle on top of it), she screamed, "Why didn't you guys help?!  You just stood there as I fell!"  And the accusation was completely true; Dennis and I did nothing.  "It just seemed inconceivable that you'd keep falling.  I thought any second you'd catch yourself."  So went my excuse.

Today Pam has a bruise on her left leg but is otherwise recovering nicely.

For no good reason other than the weather was unseasonably mild after our .08" of rain yesterday, Pam and I decided to hit some of the nearby greenhouses.  Cactus Joe's was pretty awesome.  Tons of cacti and yard art for sale.  I wish I'd had my real camera with me to take some better pictures.  Marta, you'd love the place!

They also had oodles of fossils, glass, rock and mineral pieces, and some nice looking jewelry from a handful of local artists.  I don't normally wear a lot of jewelry, but one little bauble made by a gal named Cece did speak to me.  It's a pendant made from a dip pen nib.