Yesterday was National Night Out, to encourage block parties.  Gunther put the word out to five or six neighbor families to come to my driveway after work for "street tacos."  He chose my driveway because it's flat, and now we have three swings to occupy the kids.  He set up his BBQ, a table, some chairs.  Everyone showed up with meat to grill, fantastic hot chili rellenos, wine, guacamole, and chips.  

I enjoyed holding Anya and Mateo's 2-month old Sadie, bundled up like a little loaf.

We talked about Glenn and Sunook's new roof, traveling to Oaxaca where Mateo saw people carrying turkeys on their heads, and chicken ordnances.  Sam has written a proposal to the City of El Cerrito to make it legal to raise a few chickens in the backyards.  He found a really great source where a man put together chicken ordnances, raising all the concerns about  raising livestock in the city limits. 

We were blessed with an unusually warm, non-windy, non-foggy beautiful evening.  Everyone drifted home as darkness set in.