Potluck

I went to potluck last night, for the first time in far too long. As usual, I didn't get there until after dinner had started (I never aim to be late, but always manage to be late for this event).

Someone asked what I'd brought in the bag, and when I said "bread," there was a huge cheer (surprising me completely) from half a dozen people: there was much cheese there, but they'd wanted bread to put it on.

Highlights: I got to hear Daniel (I think he's 3) sing through his whole repertoire, including the alphabet song, and many permutations of baa baa black sheep (white sheep, purple sheep, different colored birds...). And see the amazingly matching haircuts some friends got. And hear about interesting medical stuff. And eat lots of strawberries (It's been a strawberry week; I've had strawberries at least once a day every day this week.). And give a head-skritch or 2. And give/get some excellent hugs.

It was good to see people. I should go more often.

Oh, and seeing brilliant flashes of lightning on the way home was cool (didn't rain before I got in).

Hooray!

Highly productive afternoon: not only have I cooked (or am cooking... down to the wire today) tons of food, I had a session with the physical therapist (got to make a bracelet), and got my car inspected! I actually drove, and it felt fine :-) (driving freedom! less imposition on people! now if I can only start biking...)

Noticed for the first time a street sign that says "Slow Blind Hill". Hmmmm.

On "All Things Considered" tonight (their 31st bday), they had Poetry Boot Camp, which was very funny. It included:
(barked out, sergeant-style) "Describe Kipling!"
"I can't say, sir, I've never kippled."
"Then give me 10 Emily Dickinsons!"
etc.