Today the ground outside looks very much like these seed-starter cells, i.e., wet. But do you see what I see?
Wearing today:
Base layer: the shapeless rose-brown Old Navy jumpsuit (with Xero Colorado sandals). The weather's warm today, though wet, so it's a good day to wear this rather weird but comfortable transition piece.
I thought I'd combine it with gray –– I've worn this jumpsuit with a lot of blue, but never gray, as far as I can remember.
My thrifted Athleta cotton drape cardigan remains a favorite. It's so easy, soft, comfortable, and casual, yet the shape tends to elevate anything I wear it it with.
I could put on a belt, but so far I haven't.
A close-up of my sandals, which these days are always muddy, no matter how often I rinse them off.
I like them a lot, though. They're comfortable, seem pretty indestructible, and don't scream sandal, which makes them easy to wear on warm February days.
Working on various projects this morning, including but not limited to a lot of laundry-folding.
Remembering to update the wardrobe tracker daily. So far, so good. I've fallen off far more important wagons faster than this.
LATER:
Working on various things, as I said, but taking a break now. My hair is just about dry:
And I like the way it turned out. This was another co-wash with Suave, because I can't get the Ethique bar to produce enough really to wash with. I love it as a conditioner, but wanted just to co-wash today. And Suave: I dunno. I like what it does. Soft, moisturized, but still clean-feeling hair.
Busy reading poems for a new venture, which I guess I can announce, since it's been on social media today: I join an old friend as part of the poetry-editing team for a newly re-launched New York Sun. We'll be running a daily poem, generally from the public domain (so: old poems, but not necessarily chestnuts), with a weekly column devoted to poetry as well. It's the perfect work-from-home job –– except, as has been emphasized to me, the pay is going to stink. Good thing I don't have to buy work clothes. I can just dress, as I have done today, to do a little more than schlep around, in hopes that in fact I will do a little more than schlep around.
Meanwhile, pegging away, so to speak, at Péguy. I have been reading the preface to The Portal of the Mystery of Hope, for more illumination about him as a thinker and writer. There were a couple of really beautiful excerpts that I wanted to share here, but now I can't remember where I put the book, so that will have to wait. Meanwhile, here's one stanza of Éve that I think has turned out reasonably well:
A creation newborn and without memory
Turning, returning in the same curved sphere,
And beechmast, acorn, quince, and serviceberry
Juicier in the teeth than prune and pear.