Yesterday was the first day of a three-day stretch slapped with an "extreme heat warning." Brian and I sat in the shade to enjoy the last Brown Bag Concert of the season, Dave Holmes & Tropical Breeze. Their Calypso beat had most of the audience at the least tapping their toes; some of the kids and a few of the adults did more than that. The gal in the white shorts has been at most of the concerts, off to the side, dancing her heart out to whatever the style is for the whole hour and a half.
This evening I finished up the dark brown Shetland roving that's been on my wheel for awhile. After plying it, I'll see if there's enough for the Talia vest. If not, I have a pound of black domestic wool roving waiting in the stash, purchased at OFFF last year.
Tomorrow is supposed to be another blistering triple-digit day, followed by a chance of thunderstorms (and slightly cooler weather). I actually hope we get some, as thunder and lightning are rather rare around here and I miss the meteorologic displays we got in the Midwest. Don't miss the tornadoes, though!
That's it for not at . . .