|Monday morning sky|
DS & DIL1 came over yesterday evening after spending the afternoon at Donald Driver's charity baseball game in Appleton in DS's new employer's luxury box. They had a blast, DIL1's a big Donald Driver fan (he's a recently retired GB Packer football guy who also won Dancing with the Stars and who is also a fantabulous human being). Durwood's Father's Day gift from them was an indoor/outdoor weather system, not just a thermometer; it tells barometric pressure, humidity, temp, date, even the phase of the moon. You hang a sensor outside and it sends the info to the base unit inside. It's a fun weather toy. Be ready for some detailed WI weather reporting, out of town family & friends.
I managed to sit myself down in the shade on the patio for nearly an hour yesterday afternoon to knit. I'm not good at sitting still at all, I keep finding things to do but I managed to resist... for a while anyway. I'm proud to say that I actually let one big (cutting back the hummingbird vines) chore go even though I had the loppers and work gloves out and ready. Go, me! That little job will go on the list for tomorrow. Watch, it'll be raining... ah well, I won't melt, I'm not water soluble. Well, I am eventually but nothing like the Wicked Witch of the West. (how'd she take a shower? she must have smelled bad, no wonder she was cranky)
June 17--Eugene Delacroix, The Natchez. She lay there in the lee of the dunes. Sand had blown over her, whipped by the storm winds into ropes that lashed the beach grass. The next time she woke the wind had dropped, the waves had calmed a bit, and there were a few peeks of blue sky overhead. She rocked her head back and forth to loosen the stiffness of lying there for so long. She groaned at her stiff muscles and felt bruises from branches that had hit her in the storm. There was sand in her mouth. She needed a drink a water. She needed a shower. She needed a phone.
I have no idea who she is or what she's doing on the beach. I was just glad I wrote that barely a page and could put The Natchez behind me. I don't have a lot of interest in those over-romanticized paintings of "the noble savage" from that era (the painting's dated 1835) plus ol' Eugene's French so I'm sure there was a dearth of Native Americans hanging around his studio. Way to imagine, Eugene!! It's Monday which means I have to (no, I GET to) go to work. Will I wear a skirt today? Maybe. Depends on how pasty I think my legs look and if I'm in the mood once I put one on. I'm outta here. It's Cheerios time, plus there's all that showering and combing that desperately needs to get done. Seeyabye.