This was this year's Portland Blues Festival. We didn't go. Joan's daughter went on her day off, though.
It was a very hot day Monday. Not quite as bad as Sunday but bad enough. Fortunately, around five o'clock or so there's a little breeze from the coast, to the west, to give a little relief from the heat. That's good, because when we go on Izzy's evening walk the breeze blows nicely in our faces to refresh us, and when we go back home it helps push us along.
The temperature this morning was pretty far into the eighties when Izzy and I took our morning walk. People comment on how happy she looks. She's still paranoid about certain things, especially in the evenings, but she's our girl and she brings us much joy. I feel like she is easing me into old age.
