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The devastation in Florida is shocking. We’ve been watching the news – something we don’t do very much lately – and my heavens, it’s horrific. My heart goes out to everyone who is coping with loss in the wake of Hurricane Ian.

I’m going to go into the city tomorrow to watch some of the last rehearsal before tech begins. I’ve been waiting for a run-through, but the director doesn’t work that way. He’s brilliant and he structures rehearsals a bit differently. I’m uneasy at not being able to watch a run-through and take thorough notes – that’s never happened to me before – but it is what it is. I’ll go in and observe and hopefully get enough of a sense where everyone is to give them some constructive feedback. Then I’ll go back in a week and watch a dress/tech of the entire show. I spent a good deal of time yesterday trying to figure out what exactly would be happening today and tomorrow, communicating back and forth with the stage manager and covid safety, and solidifying just how many days I have left on my contract.

So today I’m going to take it easy in preparation for the trip to the city tomorrow. Oh, and wash the bedding, vacuum, etc. I’m nearly halfway through The Ink Black Heart  and I’m riveted. Though the length of the book could be daunting, it’s so readable and fascinating that I don’t really think about it anymore. If anything, it’s Don who comments on my progress.

I’ll take a Simenon with me tomorrow. They’re on the short side and always wonderfully written so I’ll be nicely occupied on the bus.

I won’t post tomorrow because I’m not sure yet what time I’ll leave. I don’t want the pressure of writing a post hanging over me. But I’ll be back on Sunday.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

Potpourri on Sunday

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• This is a wildflower/weed that is growing on the edge of the funky patio. It’s easily 4-5 feet tall. There are a few more in the memorial garden. It’s just started blooming and the flowers are a subtle pale brown. Aster family? I’m not sure. This year, I left a lot of what-is-this plants alone because I was curious about them. I’m glad I did because the wildflowers are hardy and seem to be withstanding the heat.

I haven’t done any research as to its name, but I like it.

• I hear fewer birds singing at this point in the summer and it always makes me sad. The past several mornings, however, I’ve heard the call of a mourning dove. My favorite bird. My favorite call. That is a lovely way to start the day.

• This morning, while sitting in the den, I heard a bird call that was so loud I actually thought it might be in the room with me. In actuality, it was right outside the open window but danged if I could see the bird. A completely different call than I’ve ever heard before. A mystery.

• Also, this morning while sitting in the den – I heard this loud whirring sound. I wondered if it was some sort of vehicle coming down the road from a long way off. As I turned around to look, there was a hummingbird hovering and looking in the window. That sound was the hummingbird’s wings. I still can’t believe how loud it was. Fortunately, it’s a quiet Sunday morning, so I was able to hear that whirr without any competition from traffic. Amazing.

• And finally, we have a cricket living somewhere in the office. Upstairs. How did it get there? I’ve tried to rescue him a few times, but I can never find him. At first, he was over by the window. Now he’s in the corner near my desk – an area that’s so full of ‘stuff’ that I’ll never find him.

Okay, my friends. Time for more coffee.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

Wild Roses, Yarrow, and Bees

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Sorry for the somewhat short posts the past few days but my allergies are misbehaving and I feel as if I’m in a fog most of the time. I slept a heck of a long time last night, so I guess my body knows it needs some extra sleep.

But gosh darn it, it’s beautiful around here right now. All the wild roses are blooming, wildflowers are everywhere, humidity-free days, gentle breezes…it’s quite lovely. But we are going to get some rain and thunderstorms later today and then a couple more days of rain later in the week. Bring it on; it will rein in the pollen.

The yarrow that self-seeds in the corral. It started happening a couple of years ago. The yarrow sprang up in two patches on either side of the path the dogs used to use. It still does. I love it – masses of white flowers.

Wild roses are everywhere.

They’re so lovely and the scent lingers in the air.

Soon they’ll revert back to what they are 99% of the time – prickly brambles. But at this moment in time I love them and I forgive them for all the little nicks they’ve given me over the years.

Oh, forgot to tell you! Remember the honey bees that used to live in the catalpa tree? Well, after an absence of several years, they’re back. We’re very happy they’re here.

Okay, my friends. I’m off to make some oatmeal.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

 

 

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