Happy July all.

It was a good July first for us.

We started the day lazily. I spoke with my grandmother on the phone, and then we put ourselves together and headed to the local farmer's market where we checked out the local crafts and baked goods. (Not a lot of produce available in Idaho at the very first of July.) Avadore and I bought a blueberry twist pastry which he, LD and I ate at a small little downtown park I know. We ate quickly -- it was getting hot and LD's skin was really flaring up. But we enjoyed it and Rice drank some Jones Cream Soda for the first time in at least a year if not more and we got some nice walking in.

We came home, did housey stuff, and LD and I left for the post office to mail a bill and stop by the library quickly to return some books and pick up a couple on hold. We came home, ate linner, and then had a long discussion with Rice about what we should do for the evening. A search for the ice cream maker ensued. Ice cream maker was not found. Debated making ice cream anyway. Decided to hit the grocery store where some cherry chocolate and tin roof sundae ice cream followed us home.

Yes, yes. We essentially ate ice cream for dinner. I figger it's okay every once in a while.

Kids were put to bed, as was the J-Spot. (He and the K-Spot are staying here for a few weeks while they wait for their new house to open up.) I tried to write something for Rice, and failed miserably. I did, however, write a poem about Wakan Tanka as Thunderbird, our leader and chief, current natural disasters (subtly) and other such things.

I'm not much of a poet, but sometimes I write poetry just the same. And it's nice to rip something off and essentially have a rough draft complete in one evening. This must be part of the allure of flash fiction, which is another thing to practice. If nothing else, the ability to be concise is certainly a virtue.

Still have two short stories to work on. Ah well. They'll wait another day or two, I'm sure.