The blistering weather is getting everybody whipped into a frenzy. People drive weirdly (is that a word?), sometimes they're rude, sometimes they're overly polite (what's up with that?), at any rate, they are strange. Our little wild birds sit with feathers ruffled and beaks open. We are going to put our sprinkler hose out for them. They will love it! I may join them . . .
Our oldest grandson is playing at the Muny (Municiple Opera for those who don't know St. Louis). He has displayed his talent in two productions so far with one to go. I have loved seeing him on that huge stage, singing with such joy. What a rush for his grandmom!