Bonhomie

On a rare night without (much) rain, the bus costume party became a ping-pong and bonfire party.  Pippi here shared her infectious joy, and enough margaritas to swim in did their part.  Despite trying to eggwash-and-sesame-seed myself, I was unable to attend as one of the baker Chelsea's buns.  I was also thwarted in my attempt to wrap myself in toilet paper, a la mummy.  And I didn't stand a chance against Dan(i) in gorgeous drag.  But it was fun, and being a responsible old person, I was in bed by midnight.

A long time ago, I started school, and liked some of the people and some of them liked me.  Then I went to another school, and didn't like most people and most people didn't like me.  Then I switched again, and made some of my best friends still to this day.  Partly, it seemed like a fluke, that I better really hold onto those good ones as previous experience wasn't encouraging.  I'm wary of meeting lots of new people and joining groups, but this summer's crew is widely varied and incredibly companionable.  I heart you guys.

Ladybugs and aphids are taking over, and the plants are burnished.  Summer is waning, and there's just enough sunshine to take in all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small.

P.S. -- People who get oatmeal at a restaurant still suck.