Today there's a survey, everyone does surveys, this one actually includes my age group.
I get so sick of age ranges ending with boomers as if they've written off the active involved people beyond the boomer age. I'm still kicking boomers off my lawn, dratted kids.
The chocolate cake and ANZAC biscuits were so successful that after enjoying them here, Handsome Son took a box more home. I'm looking at a depleted supply. He tells me he feels the same now as ever, despite the birthday. Which I understand. You don't feel a chronological age at all. You're pretty much the same person anyway.
Lovely encounter with Gary's nine year old granddaughter K, wheeling her baby sister A, about. Beautiful baby, looks like her sister at that age, about three months. They're so bonded, too. A held my finger briefly, then she was happy to switch to her sister, and she hung on to her firmly! No pictures, protecting them both.
In other exciting sightings, Handsome Son and I saw the first hummingbird clearwing moth of the year, hovering around the butterfly bush. And many brown butterflies. Late but welcome. The little browns seem to be having a banner year.
Likewise the Democratic convention which I watched online with friends, great fun with knowledgeable people commenting. I had the live stream going on my phone and chat on my tablet. No mainstream media, much better this way. We got to see everything, not just what the networks picked.
It was flawless, a brilliant production, such happy energy. Best speeches Kamala, Hillary and Michelle, so wonderful to have women front and center. And daughters, and a goddaughter, and sisters! We're really blessed with the Walz family, too.
I'm a bit tired now, but a nice tired. And fired up.
If you're in a red state, keep on checking your voter registration status. Many voter suppression efforts are happening. Friends in Texas have had to register twice more already because of being removed from the rolls, despite being regular voters. So please do that. Don't wait.
Meanwhile flowers for all of us
and the platonic ideal of dessert
The Friday knitting group was fun