Da solstice

It's summer, and we've been out taking the dulcet airs and balmy breezes. Tiger swallowtail butterflies are emerging, and we've seen several of them careening about the neighborhood, looking mad with sun and nectar. They're evanescent creatures, so must drink up life's pleasures in a matter of hours.
Last evening's meeting of Drinking Liberally was interesting, as it has been every time. Met another local writer, who was, well, a bit problematic in conversation. Perhaps these guys live inside their heads a good deal, but I have gotten the sense of needing some kind of translating device in order to communicate with them effectively. Spoke with a few local political bloggers who responded to questions and responses in real time, which was reassuring.
Winding down the last few canyons with ole Ed Abbey.