PC is fishing this evening with a friend.  Rabbit and I ran an errand for my boss, and then we went to Target.  Rabbit had a hot dog and a slushie, and I had a club sandwich and soda.  The sandwich was so big that I couldn’t finish it, and had to wrap the lefotvers back up in cellophane.  It is still in my purse.

While we were driving to Target, my sister called to tell me Michael Jackson had died.  When I got in Target, I saw three people on their cellphones who were excitedly telling others that Michael Jackson was dead.  I mentioned it to the cashier in the food court and she told the security guard who was standing by the entrance to the store.  As I watched from our table, employees and customers told each other the news and made phone calls.  It was all just surreal.

Rabbit and I finished eating and did a little shopping. We found a dress and nightgown for Rabbit, did not find sandals that fit, pondered a booster seat to replace the regular toddler carseat Rabbit’s been in forever, got some laundry detergent and a headband, and left the store.

Rabbit had behaved so well at the store, but when we finally got home, it was almost shower time, which meant it was almost bedtime.  “But I didn’t get to play!” she protested.  And she didn’t:  we’d been on the go since she got home from daycamp. 

So I got the shower started for her and as a treat for her good behavior, took a can of PC’s shaving cream and sprayed thick lines of it on the tiled walls of the shower.  Rabbit was thrilled.  “Shaving cream!” she shouted joyously.  The next 20 minutes, she smeared the shaving cream all over, wrote in it, rubbed it on her arms, rinsed it off, drew in it and sang about it at the top of her lungs with a hearty vibrato. 

Now she’s Q-Tipping the shaving cream out of her ears and getting ready for bed. 

Hazel and Flower are sprawled on the floor.  Even though it’s cool in the house, their postures reflect the ghastly heat outside.  I weeded the garden last night and picked more basil.  I made pesto, but it was too salty, so I’ll freeze it and after I get more basil, I’ll blend more into it so it’s more subdued. 

The lavendar in the garden is beautiful and fragrant, and the herbs are doing very well.  Our pepper plants are doing great, and the nasty sweet potato that sprouted in the kitchen cupboard is now planted in the ground and has sent up a delicate vine that’s trying to train up the garden fence.  In front of the house, my rosebush leaves are chewed up by God only knows what.  The Stella d’Oro daylilies are a week or two away from being finished for the summer, but the other lilies in the back yard are just getting buds.  After they are done, the pale purple blossoms on my hostas will bloom, and then in August, the resurrection lilies will come out.

After Rabbit goes to bed, I’m going to pour myself a tall glass of iced tea and sit on the patio, and continue reading Lonesome Dove (which my sister Liz was appalled to find out recently that I had never read).  I’ll lose myself in the incredible writing, sip my tea and watch the fireflies emerge for the night.