Or should the above title read, Speed up, Slow Down, Speed Up? Hard to say. And does it matter? Seems like time is going by quickly, and I am not sure how to slow it down. If, say, I decided to do nothing, nothing at all, well then, it would slow down. But the pace would be too slow.

Outside, now at 11:30 p.m., the close and distant landscape is orange/yellow. If, say, we lived someplace where there were tornadoes or hurricanes, I’d be worried. I don’t know what to make of this. At the distance, the sky is blue gray. Could be we are going to get a lot of rain.

It was another beautiful day. Had near an entire month of this. We have five weeks of Summer in the Park(s) left – then the fair. It does not matter if it rains during fair time. Would like to have the month of July, weather wise, be like the month of June.

Summer in the Park(s) has been an overwhelming success, so if, say, weather puts a, har har, damper on our program, it won’t be a problem because we’ll have accomplished what we set out to do.

Today at Amoosement Park I did what I set out to do, which was to walk around and let park goers know about our program and that story time would begin at 12:30 p.m. This time, I had a near 100 percent success rate. All the kids that I approached, and their parents, came and participated.

This included Jackson, who I think was 12 years old. His mother, Beth Kincaid, was passing out Kid’s Kupboard lunches. Jackson was wearing a 4-H sweatshirt and under that a basketball shirt. I asked him if he was in 4-H and he said yes, and I then asked him if he’d raised a fair animal. He said yes, and when asked further, he said that last year and this year he raised turkeys. He named last year’s turkey Cluck Norris and this year’s turkey Patrick Henry, indicating that the phrase, “Give me liberty or give me death,” seemed most appropriate.

Jackson said that a neighbor purchased last year’s turkey and that it is still in the freezer. It weighed 42 pounds, and Jackson, said, was too big for the oven.

Jackson and I sat near one another and drew images on paper that Mike eventually had us make into hats. I made an image of a turkey, using my hand, and labelled it Patrick Henry. He drew an airplane and a wing, indicating where the high and low pressure went when flying. I was very impressed.

I was pleased that the story time and activities kept his attention because he was the oldest of all the children present. I do hope that I see him again.

The afternoon was uneventful. I spent time with my artist friend Cathy Stone, and then I came home, ate dinner, and went for a ride. I rode Raudi, who it seems was glad to get out.

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