The Avant Garden

This afternoon I came home from work to find that the Avant Harp:

had fallen to time and gravity and now flashed a sorta car-sticker Jesus-fish to all who walked the paths of the Avant Garden:

No worries on my part. We certainly have a freedom of speech in the Avant Garden. It's written into the the Prime Directive, which is a lot like the U.S. Constitution except it is written only on tablets in my head. Anyway, a few minutes later, I looked and the symbol had changed to the Darwin-Fish:

We haven't had that much ideological activism in the whole history of the Avant Garden. What's next?

The Avant Son, the eldest one, graduated from high school this past weekend. Which, in and of itself, is not a big deal. Almost anyone (even I!) can graduate high school. But he did it with honors, both academically and as a musician and leader in the band. He was awarded the John Phillips Sousa Award, which "... recognizes superior musicianship, dependability, loyalty, and cooperation." I did what all proud dads do: I took off for the woods and stacked some rocks, in this case, the Congraduatalations Matt Stack:

The sky's the limit for that kid. He's a big, happy loving kid ... would make a good pediatrician or guidance counselor or therapist ... but I don't really care, as long as he is happy. He is surprisingly level-headed given his parentage. I'm very proud.

Anyway, remember that yucca plant that the River brot us in the Floods of '04? Here is a rather close-up of one of its blossoms:

That's the first of its blossoms ever to open.

I still have not gotten totally serious about the quilting. I need rain to help me stay indoors enough to get started on the quilting.

OK ... I have to go cook some dinner for the Avant Children. More madness later ....