Here are some pictures from the inner Southeast taken last Sunday.
Here are some pictures I took while doing Temboo work under a tree in the yard.
I was out for a brisk constitutional on Friday when I saw these guys lounging in the sun. I liked how they were sort of pretending to not know each other.
For some reason Yoshi decided to lurk behind my monitor and look incredibly serious.
Here is Yoshi giving me advice on who I should select as kitty commissioner.
Here are some pictures of the sky looking ominous.
Here is a truck with one of everything on it.
Here are some excellent chicken and waffles from Mack and Dub’s Excellent Chicken and Waffles.
Here is some sweet, sweet New Aesthetic action for you.
As noted in the immediately preceding post, Hazel turned 34 on Friday. To celebrate, we went to The Farm, and then to some bars and then to someone’s back yard which involved a fire pit and champagne. It was pretty great.
Last night we went to The Kennedy School. We met a bunch of people in one of the bars, and stayed the night in a room there (which allowed us to avail ourselves of a salt-water bathing pool!) Staying there was really nice. In addition to the aforementioned pool, the room was really nice, and it was fun to have it as a bivouac. Here is an extremely pretentious picture of Hazel taken therein.
Here is a picture of us this morning, right before we checked out.
Last weekend was beautiful, and that meant we really needed to kill some stuff. It was tricky with me still on crutches, but we managed. Our yard has been threatening to eat up our house, so we finally spent some time dividing things up into zones (that word is so terribly authoritative, don’t you think?) and proceeded to tackle things accordingly. The most satisfying part was putting down some bark chips (actually nuggets, but I truly hate that word), which will hopefully keep some of what we killed and tore out from coming back.
So far in my gardening experience, there’s been a lot more killing than trying to get things to grow.
The second photo is the shared reverie experienced by Yoshi and me at receiving a truly wonderful gift — the other Telly Savalas record! My collection is now complete. Thank you, Eva and Christian!
Third photo: some watchers for my little followers, aka sculptures in progress. I’ll have work in Ceramics Showcase again, at the beginning of May. Busy fingers making up for gimpy ankle.
The last photo is in the center of the front yard, where we dug out a moat for more bark to go around a few cutie plants.
On Friday I turn 34. I’m not that worked up about my age, but I really liked 33, I especially like double numbers.
As Joaquin mentioned, I fell and did an number on my ankle. During the rest of our vacation, I was spoiled with good company and attention and carried around, and there was a truly incredible view from our windows. Despite this, my ankle refused to chin up, and just became bluer and bluer. Literally.
So, while it wasn’t on our itinerary, we made a stop at the Mad River Hospital (what a name!) to make sure I hadn’t broken anything. Nope, not broken, but the ligaments are damaged, so it’s going to be a long time before I get back to my ballet classes.
I went back to work yesterday, and my students were wonderful, but it definitely wrecked me. Crutching around is work. I got all sweaty and I am just not a sweaty person.
So I stayed home again today, and did a lot of sleeping. You know I’m not myself when you see me photographed in a hoodie. I have never even owned a hoodie in my life. This is one of Sylvia’s abandoned ones that has sharpie marker stains all over the sleeves. But its shlubbiness is telling. Seriously, I watched The Cutting Edge on Netflix and ate a Kit Kat today. I guess my ligaments aren’t the only worrisome thing…