So I made three balloons last night– one to look like the sample one I made, two to look like they were made by little 5 and 6 year old hands. They are still damp, and it just feels like a wet day. Two of the children who wanted to paint theirs aren’t going to be here today, so I will just let them dry over the weekend.
High tide has flooded our little yard this morning. Something strange with the moon or stars. The mosquitoes are growing fat and heavy and are becoming more aggressive than usual. There are always, somehow, a few in my car.