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Father’s Day Eve

Today is all about summer food. I made cold cucumber soup for lunch and we ate watermelon with mint from the garden and lime afterwards. A key lime pie is in the oven. I don’t even care what I make for dinner with a dessert like that in the works.

(Probably we’ll have leftover chicken and bean soup with sourdough toast).

We’re watching one super-creepy murder mystery right now: Shining Girls (AppleTV+). It stars Elizabeth Moss whose character suffers from severe trauma-related amnesia. She unofficially teams up with a dysfunctional journalist to try and crack a murder case that may or may not be linked a bunch of cold cases. There are unexpected flashbacks, so that as viewers we also become disoriented to time. And the bad guy? Whew! A little too omniscient but otherwise, a perfect sociopath.

Finished the Niall Williams novel. A true delight.

We stopped at a little coffee shop this morning hoping to procure a “pup cup.” If you don’t know, a pup cup is a coffee cup full of whipped cream for your dog (oh, the things I learn on Instagram!). Finn had his eighth birthday this week and since he’s never had a pup cup, I thought it time. Do you see him through the window there?

They didn’t have whipped cream and, don’t judge me, based on the sour response from the proprietor I don’t ever plan on going back. It was my second visit to the place and she was a pill the first time too.

(They make donuts and serve cappuccino. It seems to me that she could have offered sweetened foamy milk or a small dish of icing in lieu of the whipped cream. I had a twenty in my hand to make it clear I wasn’t asking for a freebie.)

Heading back home, we crossed this patch of lawn next to the T tracks and determined that it looked like a murder scene. There was a single Nike slide, two tumbled and empty rat traps, and (just off screen), a crumpled and sodden article of clothing.

Too much serial killer fare in our TV line up?

Probably.

This morning’s Paris Collage Club collage

A little color

A little color to break the silence.

View while writing this morning

Just catching my breath between dog walk and writing workshop, so I have to be brief.

Sharing screen shots here to give you a sense of how some digital collage goes. Variation after variation. Layering one layer on top of another. A small sampling!

This week the exercise served as a way to process the news. I like the versions, like the one above, that make trump spawn and in-law look like monsters. Because they all are monsters. In fact, the hearings could be described as: Monsters on Parade. Even the so-called good guys are monsters — for having supported the Monster-in-Chief in the first place and for keeping a damaging silence in the intervening months for another.

PCC image for the week

I’ve been critical of Maureen Dowd over the years, but she wrote a good opinion piece this week using Frankenstein story as reference.

Erect comfrey and collage

Before it flops

I had not intended to post my “Eeyore mood” to gather praise or encouragement but it sure was nice. I have the best cyber-friends! Thank you one and all.

Paris Collage Club response

As far as I can tell, we are all of us tipsy with the tug-of-war between hope and despair.

I’ll leave it there for today.

And look at this! Again with the acknowledgement!

Dog walk at Wellesley

New fencing
Goose deterrent
Had I not had to pee, would not have seen
More fencing, this time forcing retreat
Signs of beaver
Can you see the chipmunk?
Here’s when I started to think about key lime pie
We risked it going in and out
Incoming! Detoured to a sitting area outside church
Here’s where K started whistling Enya
Graduation tents coming down
Red bag
Outward Hound
Home. Pie in progress
This week’s collage response begun
Almost-June garden

Focus and restriction

Focus and restriction can yield relief. After a few days on the BRAT diet, I am feeling better. Blood and stool lab work all came back negative. Phew. So a re-set. I can do that.

Focusing on the history of our young nation through the lens of John James Audubon also makes me feel better. I’m reading a second biography and taking notes. I’ve read two biographies about his wife, Lucy.

Okay, okay — so much for keeping secrets. But you probably would like to learn that at one point the Audubons owned close to a dozen slaves, yes? And that for some reason, historic mentions quantify nine as “a few.” Let me reality check. Would YOU refer to nine of anything as “a few”?

You cannot read about Audubon without getting fantastic descriptions of huge sycamore and chestnut trees, of paddling down the Ohio, of camping with the Osage, and of course birds. Birds, birds, and more birds.

Audubon loved them all which makes him even more appealing somehow — from the humble warblers and wrens to the spectacular eagles and rose-breasted grosbeak.*

Here’s what I’ve learned about JJA as a husband. He was hyper-focused on his drawings and investigations of nature, which meant he roamed the woods for weeks and even months at a time. He was an abject failure at business and also given to confabulation (DID he study with Jacques-Louis David, for instance?). In short, he was unreliable.

He presents the weird mix of fate and innate capacities that produces works of genius. But you also get poverty and extended periods of isolation for Lucy. For substantial stretches of their marriage, Lucy supported them by teaching.

It’s chilly this morning but supposed to reach 100 this weekend. Huh?

Had dinner with friends last night. Seven of us. We didn’t hug even though it’s been a while but if someone was sick, we’ve all been exposed, hugs or no.

K is on a conference call with China. They tend to be endless, which is part of why I’m outside. He goes into the office three days a week now, I think I’ve said. It seems a little pointless — the commute and diminished sleep the cost of collegiality?

All the annuals are in pots now.

* Under a Wild Sky, John James Audubon and the Making of The Birds of America, by William Souder, pages 90 – 93.

All 3 collages from Paris Collage Collective’s weekly prompt