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It's a big weekend here. I went to the supermarket yesterday and there was a big brat fest going on in the parking lot, the second this year, and a blood drive, which was all mayhem. Once I had a parking place I felt duty-bound to do some serious shopping and came away from favorite clothing store Rupert's with a couple of summer outfits at half price. Timely, since we are now enduring August heat & humidity in place of the September rains we got in August.

Then I wibbled over to JZ's to supervise where Mr S was digging a hole in her back lawn (then of course mowing the rest just to amuse himself) to discover what the problem is with the electricity to her garage, which goes out only occasionally. We sat on lawn chairs and visited, while he managed to grab the piece of corroded conduit that was causing the shorting out problem which naturally enough bit him. After JZ had turned off the power, he proceeded with repairs. We hardly noticed his little trip to the hardware store for repair kit, as I was gathering encouragement from JZ for my 2000 words a day project. (She seems to think I might be indulging in somewhat high standards for a properly shitty first draft, but just sticking with the dailyness of it is what I am really aiming for.) Being a busy person then I had to leave before the hole got filled in. My subsequent stop at the library branch two blocks from the stadium was perfectly timed to find a parking place while the 80,000 happy Badgers who had attended the first football game of the season were picnicking throughout the neighborhood.

Then we went to dinner at the home of She Who Must Not Be Named Online Who Has Sailed Around The World. While working only one job this summer she has also been tending to house projects, which needed lots of painting and new carpeting and insulation and so forth. It looks really spiffy. Quite a change for her though from a single bunk and constant fellowship I gather. Mr S had a load of wood planks for her that he had ripped from the trunk of the pear tree they cut down in her back yard, which she is thinking of making woodworking projects. There was lots to talk about of course, all the little things here among friends and fellow workers that she missed, and her stories about the trip which I imagine will be unending. She brought me a couple of pieces of printed barkcloth from Tonga, and from Fiji, which are just the right size for book covers (a limited edition of two, I figure).

When we got home Number One Son was back from the Taste of Madison festival where he had been listening to bands all day. Eating a bit too I gather. After he had finished watching Hidalgo I went in his room for a visit which is quite nice since he has cleared out all the old stuff (stuffed in my basement don't you know) and put in the comfy chair. We have been searching for his imaginary perfect desk, and just sorting out the design parameters of it is my concern. He is back at the Taste of Madison today, for the better bands. And we have a pickanick to go to at JZ's (must go make salsa and vegetable salad any minute now).

Tomorrow in spite of scattered showers forecast (I can only hope for some improvement in the weather as it can't get much more miserable as far as my roomatiz is concerned) maybe Marcia will come over and we are going to paint on our canvasses a bit more. I have managed to close in on the color of indigo I am going to splash over most of mine. Must order more gesso as I am running out, and find that grand huge piece of Tyvek of which I have only tried painting on an end.

So much social activity. This never happens.