Wednesday, July 24, 2002

We've watched the bats for three nights running now. While I'd originally though there were three or four, for the last couple of nights there have definitely been only two. It may be that there were only the two that first night as well, and I overestimated their number due to my inexperience watching them fly.

Monday, July 22, 2002

We watched three or four bats dance around above our back yard last night at dusk (about 9 p.m.), doing the most interesting tight-turn, figure-eight-esque formations, around and around, really fast. In terms of pattern, it was almost like watching moths circling around a giant invisible light bulb. They must have been gobbling up the mosquitoes (I hope). I swear, those bats were making 90-degree midair turns. Perfectly silent. It was really fascinating to watch. First time we've seen them.

Friday, July 05, 2002

Had a nice Fourth of July gathering at our place yesterday after the neighborhood parade wound down. We grilled up some fajitas and served them out on the deck with some dips and sangria—simple but effective. More than a dozen people showed up (Mike & Karen, Ben & Tracy, Brenk & Amanda & Beck, Jamey & Ginger & Erica, Gregg & Suzy & Caitlin, and Wendy & Dave & their fetal twins), the biggest crowd we've hosted since moving into this house a year ago next week. Only trouble was, there wasn't enough room around the umbrella table for more than 8 to 10 people, and the sun was oppressive. Chalk that up to poor planning on my part. But the grill performed like a champ, and the misting fan was quite a boon.