Today is Moon Day. Neil Armstrong took his first step on the moon 47 years ago on July 20, 1969. If you are old enough, you'll remember those ghostly black and white images on the television. That evening our family was visiting Aunt Ruth and Uncle Mark's ranch house, and all ten of us watched it, absolutely transfixed. It seemed real, but not real. Possible, but impossible. No wonder those conspiracy theories started up.
The full moon rose last night. The July moon goes by several names, including Thunder, Hay and Buck Moon. We're having such pleasant weather, although there may be a few showers by the end of the week. Our personal professional painter (Tom) is working hard on the house right now, and making good progress on two sides.
Tom is staying at his parent's place this week with the girls, while they go to vacation Bible school. Amanda had to work, but she drives to Seattle tomorrow to spend the weekend. This afternoon I'm looking forward to having Nova, Maya and their cousin Mary Claire over. We have to stay out of Tom's way outside, but I have some art projects planned to keep us busy. And there's always cookies.
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