I heard the first locust sing yesterday. This signals the end of summer for me. I don't know why they are singing. Probably for sex or food. Right now I would sing for a stun gun to silence children, without harm of course.

There are exactly five months left to do Christmas shopping. I'm looking for an eighteen inch bike for an early August birthday. Found an outside flood light today to replace one that was put up by a dear fellow some six years ago. The store clerk said I couldn't possibly have one that lasted six years. I said, oh yes I did, I remember exactly when it was replaced. Karl and I were sneaking a beer outside when he put it up for me. Twelve months later he was gone except for my ever memories. We miss you, the light called your name.

Daughter told me today that her new knee pads made her a better skateboarder. The magic those marketeers create.

The pickle jar? I was going to get to that. Did the grocery thing with five kids. Didn't want to go back to the pickle aisle after missing the pickles the first by pass. Sent daughter after a jar and thought she'd come back with a 12 or 15 ounce thing. Har har, she got the big one. Turns out they were on sale. How long will they last? Maybe through Thursday.

Couldn't get rid of the "salmon" glow on the top without it looking like a photoshop mistake. I painted the front door red, red this week. The glow is from the door color.

Singing locusts, red doors, pickles, Karl, beautiful kids and the end of July.