Yesterday we had a 3C’s family picnic most the day; outside at Parky’s Farm. It was hot. Kids everywhere, running free, as moms chit chatted about jeans that flatter their hips or whatever. I tend to keep to myself in large settings. I’d rather not indulge in conversations about nothing with someone I don’t know. Perhaps it’s rude, I don’t care. The day seemed to last forever, in the heat and smell of farm animals.
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The cicada’s are slowly amassing their numbers. One attacked my face as I went out on the back steps. We’re under siege.
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It’s Saturday morning and the heat drove us downstairs to sleep in the cool.