|Rain is good for sitting on the porch with a book and looking at this.|
|Sun is good for exploring.|
There was a parade in there somewhere too.
Reading: Finished Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight. A random descriptive passage (chosen from many that are equally evocative):
The heat in the kitchen is breath-sucking. There are two small windows at either end of the huge tacked-together room, and stable door, which leads off to the back veranda where the dairyman (surrounded by a halo of flied) labors over the milk churn (milk spits into buckets, cream chugs into a jug; both are in danger of going off before the can reach refrigeration). The fridges, unable to compete with the heat, leak (they bleed actually: think watered-down blood from the defrosting chunks of cow) and add a fusty-smelling steam to the atmosphere. The aroma here is defrosting flesh, soon-to-be-off milk, sweating butter, and the always present salty-meat-old-vegetable effluvium of the dogs' stew toiling away on the stove. (280)
Writing: Progress on the script, and an awareness that I have a grant deadline for fiction coming up.
Dinner: There's been a lot of good food and drink, including Connecticut peach dishes #s 4-6:
- Peach basil bourbon smash (pictured at left), which I will note was fresh seasonal cocktail of the week #2.
- Peach pie
- Peach barbecue sauce, made to go with grilled pork and grilled summer squash and peppers, potato salad, and melon salad.
Really, when have I ever had to cope with so many peaches? And there are more left!
Soundtrack: This morning a very proud robin spent a good 30 minutes declaring itself outside my bedroom window. I know there is a nest nearby because I saw mama robin out with a gangly, spotty breasted fledgling a couple of days ago, but this is the first morning I have been aware of this serenade. Maybe this is the song of the empty nest?
Random thing: I was on the dock with Orson last night as he was winding up a mackerel trawling session and a clumsy cormorant almost ran into us as it tried to take off from the water. They do a long flapping wind up before they take the the air. It had managed to get itself aloft a couple yards from the dock, realized it was headed straight for me and dropped back into the water like a giant black feathered rock. I was worried at first that it was injured, but after some sulky paddling around it repositioned itself and took off towards the open water.