What went before ONE: Aaaand home.
Spent hours in Michael’s. Which counts as a treat. Did not need to go to Target, because I found it in Staples. Toured Best Buy briefly to research tablets, because I think I’m going to buy a new tablet, though God She knows I have enough technology in this house to choke a camel.
First though! Now that Trooper, who met me at the door demanding to know WHERE HIS FOOD WAS, has been satisfied and is cleaning up, I’ve gotta find something to eat.
It is hot, and the air is thick, so I am glad to be back on Station Air.
What went before TWO: I am suddenly and for no reason bitterly tired.
So! Needlework was fun; we had a full house tonight, several new people, and some folks we hadn’t seen for a while. I had been going to take my shirt to embroider, but, with one thing and page proofs, I didn’t have time to make the transfer, so I grabbed my fox sampler and my traveling kit (the fox sampler may be five years old. I would bring it with me to cons, and work it on when we were on the train. At this remove, I’m not sure what I had in mind for the fox himself, who is maybe half-finished, so I just worked on some leaves this evening.
The cats have had Happy Hour, and I have poured myself a glass of wine. Tomorrow, there will be reading of page proofs.
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
Wednesday. Sunny and? Going to be warm. What a surprise. We are on Station Air.
Breakfast was a bialy and cream cheese, with a side a grapes. Lunch will be a veggie burger with cheese.
I slept a whopping 7 hours and 55 minutes, and I actually do not feel like something the cat drug in (as we said in the Land of My Birth, where “drug” was the past participle of “drag”. “Flang,” however was not the past participle of “flung.” You had to go further south for that.).
The rosebush not only continues to survive, but there it’s blooming its silly head off.
Today, there will be Reading, of (1) a contract and (2) page proofs. If anyone wants me, I’ll be back in Steve’s office.
What’s on your schedule today?
Today’s blog post title from “Summertime,” from Porgy and Bess. The original from the opera is, IMHO, insupportable, but then I don’t tend to much like opera. Here we have Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, which is Much More The Thing.
Rosebush, doing its thing:
I can only remember the very first verse of “Summertime,” so you’re ahead of me! That rosebush looks great! I am spending the day indoors except for an early quick run out to take out the garbage and then to the store to nab a couple things that weren’t on the shelves on Monday, and to fill up the gas tank, early because the day is supposed to get HOT and I tend to avoid station air as long as I can keep the inside air under 80 and a fan on me. Dinner will be something that does not require the application of heat (Chinese chicken salad?), or at most, only the microwave.
Read and enjoyed! Great blooming roses! (I think I just invented a different thing for Editor Jamison to cry out, when astonished.) I read your blog every day and always enjoy it, especially cat stories.
Obviously you have found the secret to rose culture – hire a critter to dump it out of the pot prior to planting!