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Here in Nashville, when someone says, "You look familiar," it's usually because they've seen me at First Unitarian Universalist Church or because I resemble a woman on NPT (one of these years I'll find out her name). At Wednesday's ballet reception, though (Bearded Iris beer and pimento cheese before a rehearsal for Swan Lake), it turned out the woman had seen me at a Planned Parenthood fundraiser, and that she and her companion were avid kayakers. That was a fun chat.

Working long hours, coping with a heel injury, and chasing after money owed. But also...

writing Postcards to Voters in Texas...

harvesting the first Prairie Fire pepper of the year

transplanting some of the seedlings I saved when thinning them out -- plenty still occupying wineglasses, yogurt tubs, and Cheerwine bottles

enjoying the roses

shrugging at the caterpillar-ravaged hollyhocks

eating salads, including this one from a new local cafe (D'Andrews):

Hope this finds you well, my dears.