I drove two different vehicles today [not at the same time, of course], a sedan and a Jeep, and each one had its own virtues. It is reassuring to know that I can still drive comfortably at my age. Michael, a retired forensic coroner, came to fill the potholes on our monastery road, pushing a wheelbarrow full of gravel and enjoying this task. Thanks to the two huge pots of borshch [not borsht!!!] that Tatiana made for us the other day, we had enough left to warm up for supper. We added a garlic preparation to it, for Father Moses, Jon and Thomas had peeled a large bag of garlic yesterday, then put it through the blender with some water and salt. This preparation, which we borrowed from the Romanians, will last for many weeks if left in the refrigerator.