Little Geoana spent some of this morning at the local sewing concern getting her skirt ready.
Ready to go to Hutchinson.
We're not planning another trip. For benefit of the out-of-staters, Hutch is where the state fair takes place.
That's right. Her award-winning textile is being entered into competition at the state level.
I'm so proud.
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Our heat wave and dry spell ended some days ago but last night elevated precipitation to a new level.
Three ginormous thunderstorm cells passed over our fair town last night. The last one hit about one in the morning. It featured a couple of thunderclaps that were so loud I swear the lightning struck somewhere on our street.
Made for a moist and cool (for summertime) day, however.
Took a while to get back to sleep but once I returned to repose I dreamed of being quickly transported to Antarctica, which included a temperate pocket of civilization containing a nondescript neighborhood topped off with a cut-rate Target store. Roadways were marked with highway signs that looked like they were contracted out to the Arizona Department of Transportation. They didn't even bother to change the state shape on the signs.
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Heard a beautiful sound today. That of our dishwasher churning away cleansing the items inside.
Repair guy finally got out here yesterday. Sure enough, it was the motor. Fortunately he had a replacement one on hand.
How long before I start taking that appliance for granted again?
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