It's so dry, my lawn is brown and crispy except in the spots were there's overspray from garden and flower watering. I'm afraid to walk out there barefoot for fear of getting a grass blade splinter!
August 25--Write about the morning after--The sun barreled over the horizon and blasted its rays over the aftermath of the best party Oak Street had seen in a long time. It had been probably twenty years since the residents of the six hundred block of Oak had had a block party. A few houses has changed hands and the median age had dropped to include more young families and young professionals. It was actually a pair of fourteen-year-old girls who jumped on the Take Back the Night bandwagon last spring who started the ball rolling. They went door to door encouraging people to come out and get acquainted in the interests of neighborhood security. They popped a kiddie pool full of popcorn and made a lake of lemonade, and people came out and had a blast. One of the neighbors set up his Ipod speakers to play music and another one found a few others interested in storytelling. A book club started that night as did a knitting group, coed, with attendees ages six through eighty. So many talented people lived on the block that they set up a round robin craft class to share supplies and expertise. The block party was an end of the summer bash that entailed a month's planning and a permit to close the street.
I am determined to banish our slump. Come to writer's on Thursday with a smile on your face and a renewed attitude, ready to write, and be happy about it.
--Barbara
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