I trimmed the herb garden this morning. Something is killing the snails. I hope it’s the birds fulfilling the circle of life and not my gardener taking it up himself to put snail bait out.
Dance camp is next week. I had hoped my sorting though the language and patterns of Playford’s dances would yield something interesting, but no. I’m looking forward to taking classes on the Gresley manuscript. I need to pack. I need to remember to pack my dance shoes.
My mother wants us to fly to middle-of-nowhere South Dakota so she can have a family photo op. I don’t really want to go, but it looks like I have to.
I sanded down two rooms in practically perfect apprentice’s new house, in preparation for painting. Fortunately I had brought over the shop-vac. I got to say the words no Laurel should say: “Apprentice! Come suck me off!” Paint dust is tiny, and sticky. Karma was served when I tripped over a curb unloading the car. Ker-splat!
I got to take a class on the 7 Worthies at A&S. The presenter started with an assumption of student knowledge I didn’t have, but it was a good class anyway. I so need to re-read the Decameron, and maybe Canterbury Tales too.
I think I had a better time at Crown than I have in a long time. Hardly any responsibilities; and I got to go to the coolest dinner ever. The Wulfheim household put on a 14th century dinner. _Way_ cool. And by tomorrow, I should be done with the laundry.
I just know I’ve seen a c1440-1480(?) painting of a woman in a garden , blowing bubbles. I can’t find it and it’s making me crazy. I dug through all the garden pictures project on GM"s computer, so maybe it's saved on a CD somewhere. I'll try to find it after dance camp.
I’d really like to know what’s going on, politically, in the kingdom, but I suspect I’m happier in ignorance.
I got bounced from donating blood this week. I'm faintly annoyed, it would have been my 4-gallon mark for this center.