My writer's support group met in the afternoon and the ride to Boardman made me miss working there. I love summer and 224 on a Sunday afternoon isn't like a weekday or Saturday afternoon with traffic. Sunday afternoon lazes in comparison. Seeing patrons sit at the bistro tables outside created a lounging summer effect.
We strolled the back way into the park, bought our supper for four dollars of two Pepsi's, bag of Cape Cod BBQ chips and two perfect hot dogs. We found a bench in the shade to eat and listen to the jazz. A concert that got better with each song.

We relaxed some more at home. I reading the Sunday Vindicator and then Stephen King, David on the laptop, Katie on the PC.
"Let's go for ice cream."
A trip to the chill grill which just doesn't work like the Dairy Queen on State Street satisfied little a sweet tooth.
We gazed at the super moon rising in the east, big and yellow. We got home, I posted on my blog and continued reading Stephen King, until two. I was still ready to arise at seven to beat the heat.
Tomorrow I'll write about the great walking trails in Hermitage. My battery ran down on my phone and I wasn't able to get too many pictures. Summer has seemed perfect this year. Maybe I'm content.
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