And I’ll be high as a kite by then …

This afternoon Sarah and I went out to a birthday party at the Lang residence. The wind was just about perfect, and we flew kites. I had three kites up. Actually, various small kids, most of whom I didn’t know, were flying two of my kites at any given time. One of them will likely never recover from the experience. 😉

My big kite, which has been out of commission with a broken back for more than a year, got to fly today, and I got it pretty high up. There was hardly any wind at the ground, but up high it was tugging fairly good. It was a lot of fun. I wish I’d gotten around to fixing it earlier.

At the end of the evening, the ENORMOUS pink full moon rushed up over the horizon just as the sun was setting on the opposite side of the world, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

“Dear God, whose name I do not know, thank you for my life. I forgot how big . . . thank you for my life.” (Joe vs the Volcano)