I just came in from the garden.  It's a beautiful quiet and cool twilight.  About 7 pm each day, my neighbor behind the back fence starts to practice his fiddle.  The notes hang in the air, punctuated with the sound of children's voices.  The combination is such a wonderful sound in the dusk.

We fed some more larvae to the fish.  Robert is observing them right now, but I came in to finish the blog.

A opinion poll canvasser just called--to ask questions about the election in the Fall.  It's so embarrassing not to know anything, and to see how shallow my opinions are--and I do listen to the radio and try to keep up.  In the end, I'll ask Rainey what she thinks, because she really keeps up with politics and is in the League of  Women Voters.

Gunther just rang the bell.  He wanted to know where I got the little airplane for Auggie that fits on his handlebars.  He wants one for his and Eliza's too!

He just told me Tuesday is National Block Party night, so he's going to put his BBQ in my driveway and make carne asada tacos.  We have the swings that will keep the kids busy.  Should be fun.

Robert just came in and said he thinks Red Spot is acting funny.