Thanks to the Redmans, who hosted a birthday party for Finn’s neighbor on the bench above. There was splashing in the pool, swinging on the swing, and a reluctant pinata that took some fatherly persuasion to give up the goods before it began raining.

This morning we took in the farmer’s market for the first time this year, scoring corn, tomatoes, eggplant and peaches. After Finn’s nap, she and I ran some errands to beautiful downtown Glen Burnie, which is sort of the bizarro Columbia—the stores are all the same, but the missing-tooth/tattoo/mullet frequency in the citizenry goes off the charts. Then it was back home to make dinner, read books, and sample some guacamole before bedtime.