Eau d'What?

What is that smell?

Today's just about a perfect day. Here it is noon Saturday, and the temperature's around 70 or so, partly/mostly cloudy, and a breeze. Very low humidity, and the scent of something familiar is wafting in the wind. I could swear it's Russian Olive, but there are no Russian Olive trees around here, although I don't know why they wouldn't live well here; it's a lot like New Mexico, where the tree abounds.

Yeah, for this to be the day I should have been leaving for other climes, it's not a half-bad day.

I talked to Sonny Wagner yesterday. Instead of my being at his whim, I decided to take a more proactive approach and tell him when I'd like Van Go and Oor to be ready to go. I told him I'd be at his shop early Monday morning and that I'd like to be on the road in the early afternoon and he was quite agreeable.

I'm going to have to try that more often, aren't I?

Oh, yeah: those new summer shoes? They wore a blister on one of my Big Toes yesterday, sure as hell. Gonna have to wear a bandaid on it. That's gonna look nice.

Late note: That scent? It's Mountain Laurel. It's blooming all over the park.