I know I posted before on this thread, but gotta share with you what my family and I did today. Well, let me start back a couple weeks ago when the city came out and took up the front sidewalk and replaced it. I had planting beds right up against it with those landscape timbers, so had to pull those out and also move some plants to the back until we got things back in order. They finished the sidewalk - did a beautiful job and still needed to replace the edging. Well, thank goodness for direct depost tax refunds! We went out and bought two truckloads of what the stoneyard calls "Panhandle dry stack" and laid those out as edging along the beds and down the sides of our property line. We didn't have enough to go all the way down one side, but will need to get one more truckload to finish that later on. Next step is putting the plants back in the ground and we should get that done tomorrow. So, what I did in the garden today, along with husband and my three boys was to lay stone edging. Gosh, I am tired tonight! I should sleep really well. Okay - time for bed since we're supposed to set our clocks an hour ahead this weekend.

We have a 15" overhang and we have corbels that will support the overhang (3cm granite). I think the rule-of-thumb is overhangs 10" and up require support for 3cm granite. Countertop Support: If your granite is 2 cm thick, then there can be no more then 6" of of unsupported span with a 5/8" subtop If your granite is 3 cm thick, then there can be no more then 10" of unsupported span - no subtop required If you need support, to determine your corbel dimensions: Thickness of Stone - Dimension of Unsupported Span = Corbel Dimension i.e., an 18" total overhang in 2 cm would require a 12" corbe; the same overhang in 3 cm would require an 8" corbel

Gee meg, thanks for your concern ;-).I hope your ankle is at least working OK now. I totally understand how nasty ankle twists can be, my left ankle (the offending joint in this case) I not-so-fondly call my "rubber ankle". I damaged it very badly as a teenager, and probably should have had a surgical repair, but technology was not so good for that 20 years ago. Now I am very careful with it, and it "tricks" out on me at least a couple times a year, with rather painful consequences. On the upside, since there are no effective ligaments left in there, they can't tear anymore so the pain goes away in a couple days :-) I probably should re-consider surgical options before arthritis begins to set in. Argh. Anyhoo, you will all be pleased to know that I have successfully stayed out of trouble since my little trip on Saturday. Tomorrow is electrical rough-in day. (BZZZZZZT !)

Morpheus Restaurant in Santa Elena, where I took Kevin for his birthday lunch after zip lining. He had some sort of shrimp special of the day, and I had chicken breast Milanese (a popular style in CR) with hearts of palm and fresh mushrooms. The meal came with a side dish of vegetables - mostly zucchini and some kind of squash - cut into about half inch cubes and them probably steamed lightly and then sauteed in butter. They were amazingly good - probably because they were so fresh, but also because no salt or pepper was used, and therefore the sweet natural flavor of the vegetables could be appreciated. I was so happy to find a country where salt is not king and where people appreciate the unadulterated flavors of locally grown vegetables and food. I also had a side dish of sauteed potatoes, and they were delicately seasoned and perfectly cooked. They were small potatoes (perhaps Yukon Gold or something similar) and had been cut into small wedges. There were quite a few Peruvian restaurants, and this might explain why we got potatoes instead of rice and beans. I had great potatoes at several restaurants. There was no salt and no pepper on the table, but none was needed. Hot sauce was also a rarity in CR. Back to the horse trail - here is a photo of the historic spot where I was thrown from the horse: You can see the tracks of the horses who left me behind! You can also get an idea of how soft the ground was, I think. I was very aware from the beginning that my horse had a mind of her own, and perhaps I did not pet her enough. The Italians petted their horses profusely as soon as they mounted them, and perhaps this is what I should have done as well. I was kind to her, however, and kept my legs spread apart as much as possible, to aid in stability and also to avoid kicking her. Lars