While Rock. Whatever that means. Out this morning to Synder’s Drug Store to get Nasonex. I mark the start of my hayfever season as yesterday. Early. But, can’t deny that the conditions have been just right: days of 90 degrees, and then a bunch of rain.
Yesterday evening, we all had dinner together on the picnic table that we’ve put on the boulevard. Trend/style to put outdoor furniture on the boulevard. Benches, patio chairs, tables, all facing the house, often set among copious gardens and landscaping along the street.
Ah. Almost done with Harry Potter. An article about college entrance guy saying that, asking prospects what they have read lately, says it better not be Harry Potter, or they’re not getting into his school.
Cooler today, 63 F. Seems like it has been inn the 90s for a month.
Ah, the juices are flowing slowly this morning. Reading HP6. Nothing. Maybe my brain is out of practice for writing at this time of morning. Maybe Rawlings has adled my brain.
I posted on Thursday, July 21, and then I wasn’t able to post until this morning, Monday, July 25. livingdot.com, my host (really like them, kind of picked them out of a hat, highly recommend them) eventually said that my permissions and access had gotten screwed up and that they’d have to restore from a backup. Of course, on the way, I figure that first, my database was hosed (not the case)and then that my templates were hosed (also not the case.) But scared me enough that I went into phpAdmin and did an export from MySQL, which turned out to be quite easy. Hopefully, I will soon have a nightly cron job set to do the same thing.
Still 90 outside. Heat Island. As I write this, the blog is down actually. I am into the third email to the provider. Actually scared the pants off me–thinking that I’d lost my index.html (Movabletype Main template) or thought about my database being fried. But I can’t relax yet. Once Upon a Murder; Art Car Parade; Gateway Bike Trail Saturday moning, and this morning driving over to Lake Hiwatha, Dorothea, Stella, and I, and Stella swimming in the lake and otherwise being a pain because of too much stimulus; and, the “high school reunion” at Como Park on Friday evening. I have pictures, and could be working on getting them ready, but I am now going to retire to the torn, worn out, brown naugahide Lazy Boy and continue reading Half-blood Prinnce.
“He wandered off into a long-winded reminiscence.”
On Saturday afternoon, we went over to Minneapolis to the Lyndale-Lake Street area to see the art car parade. So that is just a feast of colors. Everyone is clicking away with their digital cameras–some better than others. In chronological order of how we saw them: First, the bowling pin truck
followed by the
There is a group of people that started as a group in college. The core was people from the same high school who went to the state college in town. (a la Breaking Away?) Living on the Island and involvement in peace activities. Generally don’t see each other but for one guy who comes back to visit and gets us all together.
I just finished a nice ceasar salad. I suppose that is a capital “C.” It is about a fifteen minute walk from my work to here, and most of that is very pleasant, along a bike/walking path, and through the trees and grasses of Como Park. Hot and sunny.
Slept in today. But day and after day, I am getting to sleep later and later, especially as it’s summer, and because Liam is getting older and staying up later. Gone are the days when you could get him in bed, and asleep, by 8:00.