We enjoyed our cookout yesterday, and I got some good stuff from the Farmers Market. There it is: vegetables, fruit, honey, croissants, and a CD from the gypsy fiddler who played with the choirlet at the charity gig last month.

Yes, we have a wonderful Farmers Market here, and I’m sorry for those of you who don’t.

The boys played around with firecrackers a little bit, even though that’s illegal in our town.

They just had little ones, though, while some neighbors were shooting off whole fireworks displays, so I let it go.

“That kind is terrifying,” #1 son said at one point. “They chase you.”

His brother agreed. Apparently, this particular type of firecracker is designed to turn around and home in on people as in Tom and Jerry cartoons.

No one got hurt.

In addition to actual food, I made a dessert bar of little lemon cakes, brownies, fruit, candies, ice cream, and toppings.

I spent much of the day lolling around reading Tim Dorsey, who has the most depraved imagination of anyone I actually read.

However, his psychopathic characters are also quite nice and appealing, apart from their unpleasant habits, so I can still enjoy his stuff. Between him and Hiassen  (and I’m too lazy to look up his name, so I may have him wrong. You know the guy I mean), Florida is being presented in modern fiction as a wild and crazy place.

It’s probably not true.

I did small amounts of  what the girls and I are calling “strategery” for some reason.

#1 daughter went to a corporate training using Strengthsfinder, and I was impressed by a review book by Marcus Buckingham, so we’re trying that out. My superpowers turned out to be Ideation (having ideas), Input (gathering infor  mation), Learning, Maximizing (taking things from good to excellent), and Strategizing.

I’m never fully convinced by these things — there are after all two kinds of people in the world: those who believe there are two kinds of people, and those who don’t.

But they had some good suggestions, I thought. Like choose a high-tech field to work in, because I’ll enjoy the effort involved in keeping up to date. And give myself time to think, because that’s part of what makes me valuable. And remember that not all my ideas are going to be equally good.

My final project is behaving really well.

I even feel like it looks pretty good. I need to make the navigation more obviously clickable, I guess, but considering my lack of talent and skill at design, I feel as though it’s turning out pretty well.

I should be at church right now, and I’m not even dressed.

I worked out a schedule for myself, though, that involves a proper morning and evening routine and eight hours of sleep and going to the gym and stuff. I plan to put it into effect right away. I know you’ve heard this before. However, it seems to me that if I can learn to build web pages, I can learn to conduct my life well. It’s just a matter of being like the whittler int he story — how do you make a decoy? Just cut away all the parts that don’t look like a duck.