The darkest summer, ever

It would¬† be nice if there were a little sun this summer. Just a peek. We’ve seen you before – you can do it. Oh! And Polaroid really likes bright sunny days. Trips out the colors, makes it 1960 again, otherwise the prints end up looking like the pages of a wet comic book. On the other hand, digital cameras seem to favor overcast days.

Last night I went to the Great River Shakespeare Festival’s Love’s Labour’s Lost (that’s a lot of apostrophes). Totally enjoyed myself. Didn’t expect that. On the way over to the theater, C_ told me that a raccoon had killed all of my dad’s chickens the other day. Apparently, the raccoon came through an unsecured window. C_ called it a massacre. I batted the word around in my head a bit and hoped my dad was OK. Later that night my mom said that the chickens were only teenagers which added a new layer to the visual in my head. Sure, the raccoon was just doing what nature had intended it to do but I guess that doesn’t lessen the horror of it. We arrived at the theater about 20 minutes before the play started. There isn’t a bad seat in the house. We were in the middle of row K. Introductions and a prelude. Theater is so darn clever. I really loved every minute of it.

Listless:

Is There a Ghost, Band of Horses

Dead Flowers, Townes Van Zandt

Gruesome Details, John Vanderslice

Dirty Knife, Neko Case

Just Another Sucker on the Vine, Tom Waits

The Two Sides Of Monsieur Valentine, Spoon

You Wouldn’t Like Me, Tegan and Sara

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