The sun came out yesterday afternoon, and the night was starry, but today we have rain again, and fog. I wound up not going to Mass last night, so am going this morning, which I'm glad about, really --- Sunday gets very long and formless otherwise.
Wearing:
*Wool& Maggie dress (M/Long) in Marine Blue, bought May 2022
*The very old thrifted Eddie Bauer cotton cardigan, again
*Snag microfiber tights in Slate
*Secondhand Birkenstock Papillio shoes
I'll probably put on boots when I get home, but otherwise this is the world's most comfortable outfit.
The sun is supposed to come out this afternoon, and the high to reach 70F, which should be lovely. I've got to sit down and plan out my week carefully: I'm recording the last of my Homeschool Connections courses next week, and still have not done the first thing for it, so although I really want to go gallivanting while the husband is visiting his mother, I fear that what I really need to do is apply my backside to the chair right here and get the work done. We are going gallivanting next weekend for our anniversary, and there's really such a thing as too much of a good thing.
Meanwhile: reading my way through the Ellman and O'Clair Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, which I got in grad school and haven't really applied myself to since, though in the intervening thirty-four years (I got married in the middle of that semester, in fact) I've certainly read many of the poets contained therein. I have not read much D.H. Lawrence, however, which is why I took the book off the shelf to begin with, and have since migrated to Robinson Jeffers, of whom I also feel I haven't read enough. They've left out Mina Loy, whom I was just writing on last week, though they include Yvor Winters, who championed her work continuously (and kind of eccentrically, but then I think Winters' judgments are often eccentric). There are lots of good inclusions, however, of poets I want to read more of: Edwin Muir, David Jones, and on and on. Lots of poets I know we didn't read in that course, which was dominated (I suppose inevitably) by Yeats, Eliot, and Pound.
Anyway, that's something to do --- and I can integrate it with my course prep, since I have to find poems to talk about in the sessions and to assign as homework.
But first I'll go to Mass.
(Really feeling lately how enormous these glasses are --- my mother asked me, "Are those your regular glasses?" But honestly. I was trying on some of my older, smaller pairs yesterday in a fit of pique, and although the prescription is the same, I just don't see as well without this much lens area. The difference is amazing. Sigh. I guess I'm doomed to look like a snorkeler all my days. Might as well lean into it.)