I asked Wyatt if he wanted to go to the rodeo tonight (the State high school championships are in town), and he said, "No, party."
Yes, Bishop is still the land of a thousand potlucks. We went to one celebrating the Solstice last night. There was another one celebrating the Solstice, but with African drumming until late.
Wyatt was rather well behaved in the mostly adult crowd. He doled out lovely hugs and greetings to his favorite aunts and uncles and to Baby Maximo, who was there for a few minutes.
When we explained that there would be jumping cows and horses at the rodeo, Babbo got interested.
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