And for some reason one of the back doors is open, only a screen between me and the coyotes.
And I hear the sound of gushing water. An irrigation line had broken.
Jonathan needs short pants for school, so we drive down to Folsom.
Kohl's had nothing but overpriced gansta fashion; we stop at WalMart and find nice stuff for 80% less.
Checking out, there were no bags to put your purchases in. There were WalMart logo-ed sacks for sale. I asked the cashier "what's the deal?" He was embarrassed, it was "a pilot experiment." Probably an absurd, pointless gesture to placate local progressives, and infuriate actual customers.
Oh, Jonathan bought a snazzy fedora for a couple of bucks.
At sundown, a short walk.
- nuthatches doing some ritual on a telephone pole, with funny voices
- hawk headed for a perch
- on one stretch of road, dragonflies by the thousands at 20-50 feet overhead; the camera couldn't capture it.
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