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Ah, Daytona. All in, spent three weeks of my life here recently. Last trip began as a Bob Ross painting,


And devolved into a stick toss, Camry battle complete with meth'd out Mixed Martial Artists and some flaming nipples. Coco not ready for the latter.




Meanwhile, check out this hippie.





Roasting Hatch chiles, four weeks after you're supposed to roast Hatch chiles. We'll see.




Mom got Jane a new quilt, for the pending move to the big girl bed. Losing the containment unit will require an adjustment in the sleep schedule. Putting that off til the Fall Social Season goes quietly.



From the hipster Farmer's market. Jane ate a garlic pickle, which I later discovered in the diaper bag.



Saw the Pixies do doolittle with Newman, GBV "classic" line-up later in the week. Uncle Bob's opening monologue. "We practiced for a half day for this, you can't hear it".