Garden tomatoes ripening on the front porch. They're actually yellow/golden tomatoes --- I forget their exact name --- so they're a lot closer to ripe than they might appear. This shot gives you a good look at our front-yard view, too. Scenic it is not, exactly, although the sky above those community-college roofs is a source of continual drama.
Tomatoes from another angle. Some of these I picked simply because, the vines' not being trellised, they were sitting on soil, and I was afraid they'd rot if they sat there too long. Fortunately most of the newer tomatoes are on parts of vine that have overgrown the containers, which are fairly tall, and nothing is touching the ground. Anyway, I figured they'd ripen better here, where they still get sun and heat, than in the kitchen, where they'd breed fruit flies.
Dora was not especially pleased with the fireworks last night. The neighborhood got increasingly noisy as the sun went down, and here she is sitting on the porch swing with me, barely tolerating it for a brief moment before insisting on going inside.
We crated her at last, all medicated, and watched the fireworks from the parking lot across the street. The fireworks themselves were kind of underwhelming, largely because somebody seemed to have shot off the string meant for the finale in the middle of the show. So at the end they just kind of fizzed out. I was bemused, meanwhile, by what I took at first to be a Latin motto on a banner. It said:
MO
ME
NT
UM
My brain kept wanting to make it mean something, and I'd looked at it for a while before I realized what it actually did say and started to laugh. For the rest of the evening, my husband and I kept saying, "Mo me NNNT um," and cracking each other up.
This morning my husband left for a week in Memphis with his mother, so we're feeling a little rudderless. We didn't walk, because we --- I, that is --- didn't want to miss his leavetaking. Instead we just scatter-fed and chased the ball in the backyard for a while, and will plan to walk in the afternoon when there's some shade again.
I have a lot of work to catch up on, so went for default mode in my dressing today.
Wool Camellia dress, whose wear and tear I documented the last time I wore her, exactly a week ago. She looks fine from a distance, though, so on we go. Blue EVA Birks are easy and create a layered monochrome effect which I might have tried to achieve, but didn't, really. It just happened because these clothes were there and effort-free. This makes 3 days of a swing dress, out of the 4 I've allowed myself per week in my July 4/3 challenge. My weeks run Friday to Friday, so that means that in the next three days, I get one more swing dress, but need to press myself to put on two outfits that don't involve a swing dress. Fortunately this doesn't rule out other dresses, which as a general rule I find easier than separates, especially in the heat.
Hair in an untidy bun with spiral pins:
Off my neck and out of my way until I decide I'm ready to deal with it.
The week is looking kind of blah: husband gone, kids doing their things, work to do but not much else on. I am having a friend over for supper tomorrow --- she doesn't know how to cook and wants to learn, and is vegetarian, so we're going to make a quiche Florentine (i.e., a basic spinach quiche). That'll be fun, and a good way to bisect the week. Tonight I'll probably find something good to watch, to treat myself. We just finished watching the old Maigret series, with Michael Gambon, which was very good --- at least, I don't know how many seasons they actually made, but there were two on Prime, so that's what we watched. I've been watching Dalgleish, based on P.D. James' detective novels, and it's good, but pretty intense. Still rereading Ngaio Marsh, too. I'd read up to #32, which is the last one she finished herself, but haven't embarked on it yet. Instead I'm working back through the series and am currently in Final Curtain, which is a really good one, with Troy. I find that these hold up well even when I know whodunnit.
Well, this work will not do itself.