Rerunning this photo of dill from the other day because it's so pretty. I hope it goes to seed soon, so that I can shake the seeds into the soil, hopefully regrowing it --- then I can cut this back and let it start over again. I haven't used dill nearly enough in my cooking this season, but it seems to me that a cold dilled tomato-yogurt soup might be a good thing for a Friday night.
Texas Girl is hitting the road for home this morning, and we're sad to see her go. She's anxious to get home, though, for various reasons, including the reason that her cat, who went missing in January, has returned. She --- Enid the cat, that is --- turned up seven miles away at an industrial warehouse, where a guy had been feeding her Big Macs. He had been able to clean off and read her chip tag on her collar, which was how he traced where she came from. So Enid is skinny, and heaven knows what she's been up to since January, but my son-in-law went to fetch her, and she's back where she belongs.
I've got an interview at 9:30 this morning with somebody from Homeschool Connections, where I'm teaching poetry classes again this coming school year: two sections of "How to Read a Poem", once in the fall and again in spring, plus a forms class that will follow "How to Read." The fall forms class is "Metrical Forms," which will focus on the poetic line. The spring class is "Stanza Forms." So I don't know what the guy is going to ask me, but I need to get my brain in gear to blather on about poetry for high school.
Got to wash my hair and get dressed --- still continuing my "Dresses That Didn't Go to Norway" challenge, at least through today. I hand-washed a lot of dresses yesterday: Maggie B, since I'd worn her for about 48 hours straight, plus Maggie T and Brooklyn, who were still kind of wrinkled after a toss in the dryer. Willow of course had spots, because when does that dress not pick up spots? I added some hair conditioner to the wash water (just ordinary hand soap --- I am not fancy here), and everything smells nice and feels silky. I also found some grease spots on my cotton Pact dress, so I sprayed it down with some Grandma's Secret and have left it to rest until I can put it in the washing machine.
Dora and I walked about five miles yesterday, rucking about half that distance. Today I'm going to take a break from the rucking --- it's good to rest between those workouts --- and just walk, possibly for shorter distances.
Otherwise . . . just got laundry to do, and some housekeeping. The Arty Daughter is anxious that the house be in order for her boyfriend's arrival today. Mind you, she is taking it upon herself to make sure it's all in order --- that's not a directive she's issued to me, which is good, because if it were up to me, a lot would not happen that she probably wants to happen, in the way of home preparation.
Aaaaand wearing today:
Wet hair and Willow, for the win. This is Willow's first July wear --- I wore her when I got home last week, but it was still June then. Funny how June already feels like a hundred years ago. Norway feels like a dream.
Anyway, here we are. On with the day.
LATER:
It is hot, and I feel tired. I love spring and warmer weather, but boy howdy, once the freshness wears off, it's just . . . how long, O Lord, how long?
Answer: LONG.
Really not motivated to read anything demanding, just to keep cycling back through Ngaio Marsh because it's such comfort food.
Meanwhile, the Artgirl is cleaning house in a major way, mostly --- as she says --- because she's got to do something between now and 8 p.m. when the boyfriend's flight gets in. Really, boyfriends should come here more often. I like this cleaning thing, where I am not doing any of the cleaning.
Got some Invisibobble clips --- "Wavers," they call them --- for pulling my hair back. They're fairly small and don't hold much hair, but what they do hold they hold securely, and I like them.
So, that's something. Back to Rory Alleyn, on the train with a bunch of actors in New Zealand.