Always Happy to Grill for Colleagues on the Back Porch, Especially on Evenings of Clear Skies and Strawberry Moons

Bucky was the showman of the night, as he leapt into the laps of anyone who would have him, even those that wanted nothing to do with them (as those were victims of his humping, too. Good times! Such a good host, Crandall). We did wine, cheese, crackers, fruit, chicken, shrimp, mushrooms and asparagus. The highlight for me, however, was driving colleagues home (cars were in the shop) and happening upon the beautiful strawberry moon. It seemed to be a great ending to a wonderful evening of conversation, laughter, healing, and eating good food. 

I also have been on a decent writing kick, moving along with material in a way that seems logical and fluid, even if I knew/know the lawn should be mowed, there were stickers needing to be placed on more notebooks, and I should do my WB Mason order sooner than later.

"Wow. Karal is so calm with the other dog around," they say. Well, probably because Bucky takes all the adorable attention. He just wants some loving.

The best part about entertaining is that I now have leftovers, which is always a hit for the days after. That means no more cooking.

Today is wide open besides a recording of The Write Time at 7 p.m. and a meeting with a new 'writer's retreat' house in Lordship who would like to talk about collaborations. Shoot. If I can stay on the water to write for a while, I'm all in.

A good Wednesday overall. Garbage is out. Dinner was served. And now to tackle another day.