This metallic green VW bus almost glowed in the shadows of this thunderstorm.

Inside the Cooler on a Hot Day

This is our third summer in this house. This year, we have these beautiful thistles blooming in the area just behind the back yard. They are seven feet tall and the butterflies love them. Even until I posted the picture and got ready to write this description, I couldn't figure out why we suddenly have thistle blooming out there. As I looked out the window past the BIRDFEEDER it dawned on me. We have been feeding thistle seed to the goldfinches! Duh!

This is Ben and Boppaw on the big piece of equipment the boys call the "dumpdozer." My husband's secret ambition is to work one of these. Ben was excited to try it too. Jake had to be persuaded later to sit in the seat.

Our last Pops concert of the season. It was all dance tunes, and the local ballroom dancers performed. It was really hard to keep my hubby from jumping up and joining in the macarena (not)! The funniest thing was watching a bunch of "senior adults" dancing the Electric Slide.

Elvis died 30 years ago today. He was supposed to do a concert in our little town a couple of weeks later. People around here still have their tickets to that concert, maybe hoping that he really isn't dead, and will reschedule.

This is one of my Blue Suede Shoes.

It's almost impossible to get a 2 year old to stand still long enough to snap a picture. This is all I got!

This is such a sad picture. Today we drained the pond and got the rest of the "ishies" out. It is a huge mess. The expected high temperature tomorrow is about 100 degrees, so it is going to start stinking, too. Yuck!

Working on my macro, loving the bold green color.

Tonight we went to dinner at Chilli Willi's, a pseudo-Mexican restaurant in town. The food is pretty good. I ordered the Bad Juan margarita. But it wasn't that good. In fact, I guess you could say I'm a margarita snob. Most restaurants just use sweet & sour mix and tequila, which are way too sweet for me. Our friend Bob T. makes the best margaritas in the world, with fresh squeezed lime juice, and the secret ingredient, a single village mezcal, which is really smoky, like scotch. So tonight, I asked my husband to remind me not to order a margarita when I am out to dinner. I'll drink mine at home.

I was running errands today, and was stopped at a traffic light near Frostop drive-in. The smell of the hot dogs was overwhelming, so I had to detour there for lunch. This place has been in business for at least 50 years. When I was little, the big revolving mug of root beer fascinated me. It was a real treat to go there to eat, long before the Golden Arches were in town. They even served root beer in little tiny mugs for kids. So even though hot dogs should not be on my diet, I cheated and ate one. (And it WAS low fat!).