July 14

The street was hot, so we made sure to walk on the shady side when possible.
Heading into town was not arduous, but it was a bit unpleasant without a hat.

The museum was inviting with its cool air-conditioned interior, but the information we had come for, the long ago puppetry exhibit, was long forgotten about.

The curator said he'd been there for 7 years and hadn't heard of a puppetry exhibit, so I said, well then it must have been 8-10 years ago. Surely they had records, archives of all their shows, yes?

They'll get back with us. It's a museum, how soon you think that will be?

It was still hot when we returned to the street. Hotter. We were happy to have found these wonderful thin journals, 3 for $12.95, perfect to carry with you if you,have a pen to write with. We did.

We retrieved our package cart from the cycle shop, where we had dropped it off, knowing it'd never fit inside one of the provided for lockers at the museum. We managed to stay in the shade coming and going, shifting to the other side of the street as the sun travelled across the noonday sky.

The shop had not installed the bike seat or pedals to the cart, as we jokingly had asked for, but they did a fine job of storing it for us while we museumed.

Hot calls for ice cream, and the little corner shop was the right stop for us, even though they had had a freezer breakdown, what' the chances of that? Still they were able to dip out of their supper freezer, which meant the ice cream you got you practically had to chew, it was so cold. Not that we want them to have freezer problems, but that was the best chocolate ice cream that way. The perfect way to cool down.

Then on our way to the cafe for iced coffee and to write. To rest, to muse, to be with each other. To prepare for the studio work later this afternoon when it cools a bit.