Meghan took the dude and the bambina and their cousin to the farmers’ market; Greg and Mom and I talked about finances and long covid.

This is more for my own records than a real item of interest: The weather here has been cool and damp for the past week; usually it stays bone-dry until Labor Day. (It’ll warm up again somewhat next week.)

Had a real, honest-to-God thunderstorm this evening: a rarity around here.

Tonight’s kitchen victory: smoked spareribs, plus Meghan made corn bread.

Finished rereading Lavinia by Ursula K. Le Guin. It’s still one of my favorites.

Had an early melanoma removed today, with prejudice. All is well. Wear sun protection! Maybe go back and tell that to your younger self, too!

Tonight’s kitchen victory: fat burgers on the grill, and mojitos with mint from Meghan’s garden.

Meghan and the dude (!) and I voted in the primary.

Meghan and the bambina are taking a camper van down to visit friends in Portland for the weekend.

Surprise dinner and beer and bookstore with William, in town for a few days.

Amy and Dave came over for a lovely dinner last night.

Had dinner with Susannah and her daughter last week while they were in town; great to see her.

Played Magic with Greg and his son last night; good time. Almost missed the last bus back.

This whole Biden thing since the first debate has been fractally infuriating: from the alt history fanfic disguised as journalism, to the opinions we’re expected to take seriously from Aaron Sorkin and Joe Manchin for God’s sake, to the constant news cycles funded by Taboola, to everybody ignoring the raving maniac who wants to take America back to the ’50s but as an autocracy.

I hope somebody has a fucking plan.

Went to Billie’s yesterday for lunch and new TV setup. Enjoyed the usual summer ferry chaos.