13 JUL 25

Tap-tap-tap of Patience's pearl-studded sandals dancing subconscious reels on the tiles under our church pew... preaching Seminarian “E” has just compared Martha of the Bible to the Kool-Aid Man... Yali is living for Sunday School just half an hour and half a slice of reception cake away... Vicar “H” is concluding his year in the vicarage program and frosting roses and fresh raspberries are waiting for hungry stomachs...

Rain falling through lunch...

After it ends Yali sticks his head out the front door where the new garden cart has just arrived from Amazon... something inspires him to throw out his chest and bellow to the entire neighborhood... “THEY CALL ME – MIS-TER PIG!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Then out to the Big House... Young "T" greets us at the door with two stretchy tubes wrapped around his chest like an ammo bandolier... slotted pasta spoon in hand... “Do you want to go dig for pennies with me, Yali?”... the next couple hours are filled with nieces and nephews digging up things and jumping off things and stacking things and jumping off them and eating ice cream and sidewalk chalk and bubbles and bikes and everyone eventually sitting on the porch together waiting for more rain to fall...