Friday was grandson Wingnut's last day with me. He goes back to Connecticut today and then the summer is effectively over. It's time to prepare for the new school year. It was a bittersweet day full of very violent storms with hail and lightning strikes. But the storms were gone by supper time. Amelia, my second daughter, with her funky ankle tattoo, met us in Barton Village because Wingnut wanted Chinese for his last supper. We met at Ming's, our funky restaurant in the log cabin. Wingnut wore his funky bat shirt that he made at the library last week.
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