...to mosey northwards. The yard and garden are back in shape and looking good. So, why stick around and appreciate them? A new crop of beets has been planted between rows of landscape fabric. And the town is cranking up for the annual extravaganza: we've got drum and bugle corpses drumming and bugling, high school bands piping up enthusiasticly in the college stadium, a cadre of carnies camped in the park (while setting up the bigtop downtown), volunteer fireworkers shooting various off lots of volunteer fireworks. Etcetera.

I rode my bike to Jessica's this morning for a breakfast sandwich and some quiet iPhone reading time (reading The Age of Radiance) , when I overheard the guy in the booth behind me say that he, as a two-tour Iraq vet was getting out of town to avoid hearing what was coming. I can undersatand that, and so can Pax. We just have to hope the Topazinis will have had all their Canda Day explosive emotions expended by the time we get back to Serendipity Lane.

It's all good, andmakes the town an interesting place, but it also make it a noisy village. And quite is quite quintessential.