First Day of Summer

A few thunderstorms, nothing very dramatic. The family has been gathering 'round the tube these last few days to watch all four of the old Sigourney Weaver Alien films. Peculiar fun, the stuff seems to have a really diminished impact these days.

Team Jacob, especially, professes to be semi-unmoved by the experience. I can believe her. She spent part of the evening helping a fellow traveller dye half her hair, parted down the middle, jet black — something about playing the role of the Norse goddess Hel in some scholastic Summer charade or other.

Lemon marmalade, Father's Day. Good mix.