I have finally gotten all the Kinky Prom photo edited and all but five of the 250-ish I took have been sent out. Three of those I am just waiting on an email address so I can send them out, and two are of a person neither I nor any of the six or eight people I have had look at the picture knew her.
Today and tomorrow, I am *off,” in that I don’t specifically have plans to do anything in the evening.
Of course, it’s also Derby week, and we have two parties planned for this weekend, so it’s not like I’m really slacking off, of course. I do have some paperwork to do, and some emails I need to answer, but I don’t necessarily have to be anywhere or do anything.
After this weekend, too, it will get a bit quieter...Read More
I spent my day making pesto.
Every summer I make pesto. I grow 12 or 15 basil plans of different variety. Mostly plain sweet basil, but I also always add lemon and lime basil, Thai basil, purple basil and lettuce leaf basil. Sometimes I use spicy globe basil, but the leaves are so small it’s hardly worth it.
I try several times over the summer to make pesto. It’s a luxury to have a great store of it. It makes a nice last minute gift, I supply slave drew at his house with pesto, and there is absolutely always pesto in the fridge and the freezer both. I add it to lasagne, mix it in with red sauce, add it to garlic bread, etc.
So, I chronicled my basil day, because I felt like it. I clipped an enormous armload of basil about 1pm...Read More
He had a very pleasant day, in which we accomplished a lot, two of my very favorite things.
I did my usual yard sale thing this morning, and found some nifty stuff. drew got clothes, some naturalist books and his favorite, three aluminum outlines of birds, clearly made by a person and not a mold or company, that I thought he would like hung on his workshop doors down at his house in Western Kentucky.
I found some shoes, a book or two, and several plants. I recently cleaned out the small bed on the kitchen side of the house and it needed some plants. The spot gets baking sun most of the day during the summer, so it isn’t a spot for sissy plants.
I bought four sedums, a succulent that will do well there, and four small pots of Siberian iris, on which I spent exactly $1.85.
I met drew f...Read More
slave drew and I acquired a motor scooter late last summer.
It is, to be clear, a scooter.
It is NOT a motorcycle.
I wouldn’t know the difference because I don’t know a thing about them, but trust me, I might be the only one.
We have put something like 350 miles on the scooter. That might not sound like a lot until you realize that our top speed is something ike 35, meaning that we don’t go on the highway.
We drive around neighborhoods. We go through a lot of alleys because we like seeing into people’s back yards, seeing what their gardens look like.
We drive through the parks. Louisville has a beautiful park system, much of it designed by Frederic Law Olmstead, who designed Central Park in New York City.
One of the things we both like is riding around at night, after the sun has set...Read More
…and the weeds won.
Well, not really. I’d call it a standoff.
(This is, btw, another repost, originally written 05/07/2009.)
I spent a couple hours this afternoon in the garden again, attested to by a stiff back. The aspirin should kick in soon, and I feel certain I’ll be able to straighten up again before dinner.
I don’t really mind the aching back, though, not really. Most things that are worthwhile require work and work often means a bit of pain. I don’t relish it, but it’s nothing I spend time worrying about, either. Part of how you know you’re alive, I think.
I also think it does a soul good to need a bath, to be dirty, not just sweaty or need my hair washed, but to have the water run brown off of my feet an arms as the smeared mud washes away...Read More
Waiting by John Burroughs
Serene I fold my arms and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea:
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own, and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flow the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The floweret nodding in the windRead More
Is ready plighted to the bee;
And, maiden, why that look unk...
We had a lot of rain early this morning, enough that yards were flooded, even mine, which is uncommon. Lights were down all over the city, most of them working but on a blinking red light.
Tonight the frogs are just singing their little amphibious hearts out. I can hear them where I sit, with no window open, the tv on, and a window unit A/C running not six feet from me. It’s amazing that something so small I haven’t even seen them yet this year can be that loud.
A few years ago we had cicadas. They were one of the 17-year varieties, and it was a BIG crop of them. They were everywhere in the entire region.
The zoo keepers in Cincinnati couldn’t get the animals to do tricks for their shows because they animals didn’t care about the treats anymore, there were little cicada treats ev...Read More
May 28, 2012 Garden
I have had one of those days where I feel as though I’ve been rather unproductive. I did go to a munch this evening and to a friend’s house after. I had planned to get up early and do some weeding before it got too hot, and then I slept in a bit and when I went out and did a little, the heat drove me in, so I didn’t do that.
I could have gone down to the basement and worked a bit more on the shelves, but as I might have mentioned, I am sick of books. I will put in an hour or so tomorrow, but I can’t do a lot more until the old bookcases are repaired and I can’t do that, so it has to wait.
I was going to make some phone calls, although I know from experience holiday weekends aren’t great for that, so it was easy to blow off.
I could have tidied the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher, ...Read More