Our original plans to celebrate the solstice by introducing my niece to Canobie Lake were scotched by the heat dome which has been lowering over the eastern seaboard all week, so instead we stayed indoors with our slightly busted air conditioning until the late afternoon when we could celebrate ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch finally having shoes that were not coming literally unglued with a frozen lemonade from the Del's on Mass. Ave. and the first sushi I had eaten in almost exactly a year. I suspect I will never again see the copy of Michal Ajvaz's The Other City (1993) I did not buy from the library's floating book sale. I made a point of watering the garden for my mother and the thunderstorms arrived shortly after dark. Fortunately, it meant that after midnight the temperature had dropped almost thirty degrees and we could walk into West Medford and watch a freight train come sliding through the clanging red lights of the crossing. Once home, after much brain-racking to remember its reporting mark, we determined it had been the New Hampshire Northcoast deadheading back to Dover. In memoriam Donald Sutherland, I share—courtesy of Rob—Oddball, the irreplaceably zoned-out tank commander of Kelly's Heroes (1970). "We got our own ammunition. It's filled with paint. When we fire it, it makes pretty pictures. Scares the hell out of people." Happy solstice! The year swings on.
spatch finally having shoes that were not coming literally unglued with a frozen lemonade from the Del's on Mass. Ave. and the first sushi I had eaten in almost exactly a year. I suspect I will never again see the copy of Michal Ajvaz's The Other City (1993) I did not buy from the library's floating book sale. I made a point of watering the garden for my mother and the thunderstorms arrived shortly after dark. Fortunately, it meant that after midnight the temperature had dropped almost thirty degrees and we could walk into West Medford and watch a freight train come sliding through the clanging red lights of the crossing. Once home, after much brain-racking to remember its reporting mark, we determined it had been the New Hampshire Northcoast deadheading back to Dover. In memoriam Donald Sutherland, I share—courtesy of Rob—Oddball, the irreplaceably zoned-out tank commander of Kelly's Heroes (1970). "We got our own ammunition. It's filled with paint. When we fire it, it makes pretty pictures. Scares the hell out of people." Happy solstice! The year swings on.
