Search your feelings. You know yesterday was Father's Day.

I guess you know who was on my dad's Father's Day card. If not, well, I'm not exactly going to tell you (hint: he's really nasty!). But, believe it or not I couldn't find anything of that genre anywhere! What on earth? That's crazy! I'd display it here, but that would give away something, and besides the pix are probably all copyrighted anyhow.

For Father's Day I gave my dad a bunch of Star Wars comics. Most of them were dumb (ewoks in Seattle, the Millenium Falcon's really messy engine) but a few were fun. I like to do that.

I am getting into the Star Wars Musical. My family thinks it's funny but a crazy idea, but I've really warmed up to it. I like it a lot. It's worth a try, but I've got to be careful about learning the songs and singing 'em!

But Star Wars still isn't all I think about. We saw some Wa dancing yesterday and I really enjoyed that--until, oh, please, it's kareoke at the highest level. The music was getting really loud by the end. And I was singing Shaker songs (leave it to me to sing folk songs in the weirdest places!) like "Love is Little" and "Willow Tree" (I'm not sure of the names. Anybody who's familiar with Like the Willow Tree and Where the Wild Birds do Whistle could figure it out. Anyway...)

No new poetry lately. Lost inspiration, I guess. I can't wait to blog about America.

School is out for the summer, I'm having a blast so far (no pun intended) (actually, we do the lightsaber thing. Susie's Han)

Well, that's about it. Except for this. Tomorrow I will be completely changing the template and profile pic and a lot of things on this blog. But don't worry you're still coming to the right spot, huh?

That's all for now.
Saro