Ahhhh

Now this is weather for humans.

Jennifer, you are having a week. You poor thing, enjoy your time in Vicodin-land. I hear it's lovely there. I've never been there, I have an Rx for it but never filled it. I stayed in Oxycodone-ville; I was comfortable there.

Here's a little writing--very little.

June 26--Hans Holbein the Younger, Portrait of Desiderius Erasmus. He wants to look serious and official. You can tell by the way he is posed and by the things he chose to pose with. He's dressed in sober black with his burgher's hat. His hands are busy writing a letter so you can see the gold rings he is so proud of. Behind him is the drapery of heavy tapestry that his wife likes to boast about. Such a serious, well-to-do man, you are meant to think, but look at his face. You can see his mildness, his humor lurking there, as if he and the painter were just laughing together. You can see the tenderness that he wears when he looks as his beloved daughter and the pride in his son. More of this man lives on this canvas than you would imagine.

June 27 & 28--Franz Marc, Two Cats. They wind around each other, these two cats, one submissive, the other dominant, soundlessly working out the age-old questions. They are matched in size but the yellow one imagines himself bigger and has somehow convinced the calico that it is true. What vibration, what pheromone do we emit that puts us in our place just like these two cats?

Eh.
--Barbara