Excellent storm came in over the lake last night. Much rotation in the sky, but no water spouts. Soon, I hope. Instead, my neighbor's big party tent popped its stakes and took flight, landing upside down in my garden looking like a carnival version of Kafka's cockroach.
Friends' garden party turned into a garage party last night--reminding me of childhood days in the suburbs, hanging out in neighbor's garages, drinking Little Toms and bothering our parents.
It's a cliche, but what's better than good food and good friends?