We left Saturday morning for Santa Barbara, California, after getting a call from Aunt Ann that my great-uncle Woody had fallen and broken his foot. Before we got underway, Caroline wound this ball of yarn that was destined to become a pair of gloves for me. For some misunderstood reason, I’m at a loss to explain; we didn’t take a single photo while out in Santa Barbara this long weekend. I can only surmise that we were so attentive to family needs that the opportunity never arose. As we departed on Monday, it was obvious that my aunt and uncle could use some assistance, so a couple of days after bringing Caroline home, I returned to Santa Barbara.