But Rebecca is so-so on watermelon-cherry. And she hates fruit punch.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: No one on God's green earth can cook like my grandma. Today she served up barbecqued pork ribs, macaroni & cheese, pork & beans, green beans, and brownies for dessert. I helped her cook the beans and wash the dishes afterwards, while she told me how old everything in her kitchen is. Her trashcan dates back to 1964, at least.

There's one song I have on my iPod, a remix of "Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World" (which was originated by a fat, ugly Hawaiian guy and has since been covered by dozens of artists; the version I have is by Aselin Debison), that I listen to almost everytime I'm at Grandma's house. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world: that's how I feel on the porch swing or in the garden. And speaking of my iPod, in another window I'm currently converting that awesome literal video of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" to mp3 so I can add it to Holly Boulon.

I'm drinking Kool-Aid again, for the first real time since I was a little kid, and in that time they've come out with enough new flavors to fire your imagination. (Why did I ever leave this stuff?) I remember drinking boring staples like grape and strawberry as a kid; now there's pink lemonade and berry blue twist and watermelon cherry and blasting berry cherry. I also bought a set of popsicle molds from eBay to make Kool-Aid pops. (They are so cute! Maybe I'll post pictures.) I've found that Kool-Aid pops aren't as good as normal popsicles, not nearly as flavorful, but they're cold and perfect after walking Sable or bike-riding. Six molds came in the pack, which I really don't need, so I might give half to Eva.