Coffee’s on at the Daybreak. Pull up a chair. — Eunice Dahlquist, around the table

Well. It has been a week. The Sorensens are back from Arizona, tanned and a little smug, and report the drive took “two days if you don’t stop,” which Walt does not, ever, a fact Carol has made her peace with over forty-one years of marriage.

Congratulations to Pastor Lindholm, who finally got his boat in the water Saturday after a winter of being “almost ready,” and to whoever backed the trailer down the ramp, because we all watched and it was not him.

The Hendrickson baby has arrived — a girl, eight pounds even — putting the population sign at 3,914, pending Earl and his ladder. And somebody’s rhubarb is doing extremely well this year, and the rest of us would not say no.