Yesterday the menfolks and I went to the downtown block party.
The merchants of Block Street threw a little party — or quite a big party, I guess — with music and booths. There were organizations and little vendors, and we went into shops we don’t usually visit, so it was a smart move on their parts.
I tried to go into the LYS to buy needles, but they were not there. “I’m on the square yarn bombing,” said a sign on their door.
We were on the square, but saw no yarn bombing, so it looks as though they were just missing sales.
We had fun. It was bright and warm in the morning, and by lunchtime it was hot enough that it made sense to go inside, so we had lunch at one of the local landmarks, a restaurant I’ve visited now and then for thirty years.
I think our town is good at street fairs. “I just love it here!” we heard a tourist exclaim in one shop. “Everyone is so friendly!”
This is true. People are friendly enough and the town is small enough that a street fair really does end up feeling like a party.
By the time we left, it was just plain hot. We came home and I spent the rest of the afternoon reading.
Two weeks ago we had snow, but now we’ve reached the point in the year where you are almost always coated with a faint sheen of sweat.
We debated air conditioning. We try to wait as late in the year as possible to turn on the a/c, but we can’t wait as late as we used to, because computers don’t tolerate heat well. Yesterday it was 89 degrees. Thts a suitable temperature for a person to recline on a steamer deck chair with a glass of sparkling water and a book, enjoying the bird song and not moving, but it’s hot for electronics.