Interlude

Our neighbor caught a non-pooper-scooper on camera and posted the evidence on our neighborhood Facebook group page. This is exciting. I'm eager to confront the person(s) who's been leaving poo on our parking strip. Monsters.

We had such a wonderful time with Downeasters Diana and Charlie that we forgot to take photos of them. Charlie graciously lent his shirt to Horace. Modal chambray, perhaps. Oh, I noticed.

The kids got new umbrellas. 

Unfortunately, due to climate change weirdness, it's probably never going to rain in Seattle again. It's hot. Red-cheeked, sweaty Jane "threw up"* her signs without context.

*See Wikipedia

Horace eventually zipped up his life jacket.

It's hot. Was that mentioned? North Acres has a respectable spray park.

Jane gambols, but purely as a completist. No sprayer is missed.

What once was lost has now been found, the prodigal tile, my precious, Azor Ahai, etc.: the 108th Qwirkle piece!