A soft 4th

A great 4th yesterday. Babies everywhere, and a party every third house, it seemed. A soft 4th in Seattle.

Sat on a hill listening to a familiar quiet voice speak about Art.
Saw four of the Akropolis actors in their mortal guises.
Learned of a PhD program for folks who love theatre and teaching.
Went to double-header parties, thanks to Ed's cheerful squiring.
Danced with my painter friend, brought home 8 of our paintings.
Watched a Russian actor photograph his Russian model girlfriend.
Saw six of my Caesar actors in their mortal guises.
Played shakers with the Brazilian boys.
Danced like a big woman.
Watched Gasworks fireworks; loved the slow-falling Green Drifters.
Ate homemade cherry pie.
Waited for the traffic to thin, babies asleep on the couches.
A peaceful drive home.
Slept like the dead.