After a Friday driving and exploring the wine country, we arrived back at Napa looking for a little coffee refreshement. Instead we found the Farmers Market in full swing. This was unlike in every way the Farmers Market in Fullerton we were used to visiting every Thursday. There were 2 bands, one at each end of the market. One playing old time classic rock faves, and the other ripping up some fine rockabilly surf twang variety. Also, there were several vendors offering beer and local wine, by the pint and glass, respectively. At first look Napa is a sleepy little town at the foot of the NoCal wine country, but upon further inspection it seems it has a large healthy local community. Everybody and his mother appeared to be out for the beautiful, warm summer evening.
Click to Play The Very Very Very Lazy Lazy Ladybug as read by His Spriteness. One busy morning as I am rushing about the house deep in my morning ritual of putting on my cornflakes and pouring nice cold milk over a bowl of underwear, I heard a voice. It was talking, conversing, telling a story. I easily recognised the voice as that of my own child (now THAT'S parenting for ya) but it was different somehow. It wasn't whining, pleading for some sticky sugary food item he is not allowed. It wasn't crying because the house next door was painted the wrong color. It wasn't screaming, shrieking at the top of his lungs, just to see if it's true that Daddies eyeballs start to bleed from sound over 21,000hz frequency and 120db of amplitude. No, this sound was quite, peaceful, conversational. I stopped to listen for a moment, half expecting to hear a secret conversation with a new found imaginary friend, or worse. For him to be speaking in Aramai...
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