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Another sunny and bright blue skies morning here in Oregon, and it continued that way through the entire day. From a morning low of 49 degrees, it jumped all the way to 91 by 4:30 p.m.

My blood sugar was pretty high as well, hitting 222 at the glucose check. Despite the hamburger for lunch yesterday, the lack of anything like that for dinner most likely contributed to the jump.

After our coffee and the usual online brain games—some of which were a little strange—Nancy made a protein drink. Then we got dressed and headed out to Marcola for the Mary Cole Day celebration. Mary Cole was the wife of the founder of the community, and it was her name that was used to create the name of the town.

In addition to the parade, there were other events today as part of the celebration, including several locations for vendors, among whom were Nancy’s daughter, Kalen, who was selling soap and candies.

The parade itself ran for about twenty minutes, from the Mohawk Valley Rural Fire District headquarters to the Mohawk High School. It consisted of a handful of fire vehicles, several classic cars, a few local businesses, and a couple of “floats” featuring local folks, many of whom were tossing lots of candy at the spectators lining the road for all 4,500 feet.

On the way back to Springfield, we stopped at the Albertsons on Marcola Road to get cold brew, which turned out to be on sale.

When we got home, we made breakfast sandwiches with bacon, fried eggs and cheese, topped off with chipotle mayo. Then we napped for at least an hour.

Once the napping was done, I downloaded the pictures from the parade and posted some on Flickr and FB. Then I updated the computer and spent time reading the Peter Ash thriller I recently purchased.

After putting on a pot of rice to cook, Nancy took her glass of wine out to the back yard. I joined her, but the noise soon sent us back inside.

Nancy fixed chicken marsala for dinner, and we steamed a pot of broccoli. It was quite a delicious meal, and there is enough chicken for possibly two or three more meals.

Tonight’s streaming entertainment echoed last night’s. We started with an episode of “Resident Alien” and finished with another “Patience.”

We wound up using the mini-split to cool the house down today, and it worked so well we got chilly and turned it off. We used it again following dinner to help dispel the heat from all the cooking.

Sunday is expected to get even warmer than today, getting up to 93 degrees after an overnight low of just 56. Blue skies and sunshine are pleasant if not accompanied by that kind of heat. But it will continue for a few more days before cooling off, even though there is no rain in the forecast.

We will be back at church in the morning, and I hope that the lessons learned from the streaming problems last week will succeed in getting the service online. After church we will check out the location where Kalen will be selling some of her bread, and then we might take a look at the Springfield Farmers Market in the downtown area. In the evening we will be attending a show by comedian Tig Notaro at the Hult Center in Eugene.

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On this day in 1774, Rhode Island became the first North American colony to ban the importation of slaves.

June 13, 1893, was the birth date of Dorothy L. Sayers, an English crime novelist, playwright, translator and critic. She moved the genre of detective fiction away from pure puzzles lacking characterization or depth and became recognized as one of the four “Queens of Crime” of the Golden Age of Detective Fiction of the 1920s and 1930s.