We drove straight from New Hampshire to Rumson, New Jersey, where our daughter, son-in-law and four grandchildren lived. My arm was looking better, and I felt, well, great! When I woke up early the next morning, I felt incredibly energized. I went outside and saw Marnie’s vegetable garden, which was so inundated with weeds you could barely see the vegetables. She had been away for one week and the couple of weeks before she left, she had been busy. I started pulling weeds and was thoroughly enjoying myself. This was unusual because I am not a gardener and weeding was the last thing I usually wanted to do. Marnie came outside and expressed surprise. “Mom,” she said, “what are you doing?” I explained that I was trying to rescue her vegetable garden. By this time, it was about 8:30 am and the temperature was already about 85 degrees. She went to the garage and got gardening gloves, trowels, a wheelbarrow, a big trashcan and, best of all, a boom box. We began attacking the weeds, singing along to the music, and having a great time. It kept getting hotter and hotter, but we didn’t really care. Andy and Terry came out and remarked that it was getting very hot, which we already knew, of course. They brought us ice water and encouraged us to come inside. Kieran came outside about noon and looked at us as if we were crazy. He said, “Grandma, mom would never be doing this if you weren’t here.” I said, “Kieran, this is grandma on steroids. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing this either.” It took us six hours, we were sweating like crazy, but we pulled every one of those weeds, and the vegetable garden looked fabulous. We were quite proud of ourselves.