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I rarely enlist the BYM on my projects, in part because of hereditary pigheadedness on both sides and in part because I want my asks to carry sufficient weight (like updating our wills and directives *sigh*), but could I resist the #MuseumFromHome excuse to re-create Giovanni Bologna's River God? Of course not -- especially since after (very predictably) rolling his eyes, he (also very predictably) proceeded to fix the composition like a champ.
In an Ackland Art Museum catalogue:
Chez nous:
In other foolery, I am delighted to see my friend Bill (a global epidemiologist who used to work in Chicago) retweeting artsy riffs on Mayor Lightfoot telling people to stay home:
https://twitter.com/KateSchaefers/status/1245833882219487233
https://twitter.com/BereavedBlessed/status/1245038098905542657
Today's original plan had included yardwork and dance classes, but I sacked it when I didn't end up sacking out long enough overnight, in spite of hitting the hay well before midnight. I did take a stab at cleaning my laptop (almost literally, lifting out like a cat's worth of fuzz and crumbs with toothpicks while half-hysterically muttering jokes to myself about chametz), which (also predictably) has munged something up with my arrow keys, but at least the board as a whole is less disgusting now.
I also tossed assorted sheaves of magazines and clippings with new realism goggles on: recipes containing reflux triggers, cosmetics reviews (so many seasons ago that the products may not even be on offer anymore), travel advice (because who the hell knows what will reopen, or when) . . .
Last year was so nuts that I hadn't actually opened the April/May 2019 issue of Garden & Gun until now. It contains a plantable page of mind that I shall plunk into the front yard. The roses are spotty. Nothing else looks okay except the mint and the radish seedlings, but the violets continue to be abundant, with a few buttercups here and there.
Indoors, the Christmas cactus is providing some pre-Palm Sunday pleasure. It is next to the aloe plant I picked up at the Presbyterian waffle shop last Noel, which has plumped up nicely under my care.
There are also pepper seedlings ready to transplant. There's plenty to do (including a massive report to proofread, Sabbath notwithstanding, hence my being determined to rest the past 24 hours).
In an Ackland Art Museum catalogue:
Chez nous:
In other foolery, I am delighted to see my friend Bill (a global epidemiologist who used to work in Chicago) retweeting artsy riffs on Mayor Lightfoot telling people to stay home:
https://twitter.com/KateSchaefers/status/1245833882219487233
https://twitter.com/BereavedBlessed/status/1245038098905542657
Today's original plan had included yardwork and dance classes, but I sacked it when I didn't end up sacking out long enough overnight, in spite of hitting the hay well before midnight. I did take a stab at cleaning my laptop (almost literally, lifting out like a cat's worth of fuzz and crumbs with toothpicks while half-hysterically muttering jokes to myself about chametz), which (also predictably) has munged something up with my arrow keys, but at least the board as a whole is less disgusting now.
I also tossed assorted sheaves of magazines and clippings with new realism goggles on: recipes containing reflux triggers, cosmetics reviews (so many seasons ago that the products may not even be on offer anymore), travel advice (because who the hell knows what will reopen, or when) . . .
Last year was so nuts that I hadn't actually opened the April/May 2019 issue of Garden & Gun until now. It contains a plantable page of mind that I shall plunk into the front yard. The roses are spotty. Nothing else looks okay except the mint and the radish seedlings, but the violets continue to be abundant, with a few buttercups here and there.
Indoors, the Christmas cactus is providing some pre-Palm Sunday pleasure. It is next to the aloe plant I picked up at the Presbyterian waffle shop last Noel, which has plumped up nicely under my care.
There are also pepper seedlings ready to transplant. There's plenty to do (including a massive report to proofread, Sabbath notwithstanding, hence my being determined to rest the past 24 hours).
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Also hooray for green things.
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Everyone is finally getting around to at least a portion of things they've meant to do for some time, like throwing out magazines. I have not spent much time doing that since my house is generally in ferocious order, but I am making progress on my photo organization and I did toss out about 20 stained, cracked or never used mugs since we have about 30 mugs we prefer to use all the time. Ah, shelf space!