Loki's family went out of town again, so we went to stay with him at their house in Wedgwood.
The house feels rather like a fortress--a secret keeper.
But their neighborhood is super friendly. The kids are out playing until dark. A group of runners stops to talk with the neighbors along their way--sometimes stopping to chat at every other house along the street. Many of the houses were built in the Fifties, I think, and in general, the whole neighbohood feels a little like a time warp, complete with children performing puppet shows in cardboard box stages, or trekking along the sidewalk in cuffed jeans, spinning a pair of drumsticks on their fingers, and an ice cream truck that played a lovely version of "Daisy Bell."
Up the street there is a fantastic doughnut shop.
Honestly, I've never been a doughnut fanatic, but Top Pot could convert me. I got a chocolate sandcastle doughnut. If I were to become a doughnut fanatic, I'd start with obsessing over all the sugar or cinnamon sugar doughnuts--there's just something about that gritty texture.
Ross got the raspberry old fashioned.
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