Friday, June 11, 2021
Four of a Kind
Yesterday morning I was running late (again) because just as I was ready to leave the house, with plenty of time to spare for a leisurely walk to work, I COULD NOT find my reading glasses. I looked in every room on every surface, and they were nowhere. Even Dave got enlisted in the effort. I could go to work without them, but that would consign me to a full day of squinting and asking other people to read things to me, and I'd rather not deal with that kind of dependence.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of searching, I realized I'd made the bed over top of them -- and then sat on them while putting on my socks. They were fine, but by that time the opportunity for a leisurely walk was gone and I had to take the tube.
I stood next to the guy in the photo above. I surreptitiously took a couple of pictures to show his tattooed hands. He's like a character from that Kenny Rogers song -- does he know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em? Or maybe Steve Miller. Does he speak of the pompatus of love? (OK, that song's not about cards, but it makes me think of cards.)
I went out again with the librarians last night on yet another end-of-school-year pub gathering, this one for a couple of longtime library volunteers who unfortunately weren't able to work with us much this year. I have three more end-of-year social events coming up next week.
Meanwhile, I have worked harder this week than I believe I have ever worked in the library, shifting and weeding books and reorganizing shelves and checking things out. There is literally not a spare moment to sit down. I am so ready for the weekend, not to mention the summer.
There were more slugs (and one big ol' snail!) on my wildflower seedlings this morning. I'll have to consider other deterrents besides the copper slug rings (and I appreciate all your earlier suggestions). My question is, how do wildflowers in the wild ever grow? I guess they're not all concentrated in the same place so the slugs slither past without noticing them. Or maybe nine out of ten get eaten. Who knows.