Summer Waning Strawberry Moon
After weeding Kate and I took off for lunch–at Benihanas, not nearly as good as our own, much closer, Osaka–and a visit to Lights on Broadway. A bit of dithering about where the order was, where the paperwork was, who was on third and who was on second I picked up the track lighting fixtures that had fritzed out on us. Nice to have light the full length of the kitchen table now.
Then, a nap. A long nap. Two hours. I got up earlier than I wanted to this morning thanks to dogs barking. Even earlier tomorrow.
After so many days of rain, a very soggy June, we have a run of yellow suns on all the weather forecast sites through Sunday. Tonight the temperature should hit 46. Good.
Kate has no anxiety about the procedure tomorrow. She does, she says, “surgery well.” I’d have to agree. The back surgery was in January and that’s been behind us for several months. I still want her out of the hospital as fast as possible since hospitals have a lot of iatrogenic disease and a lot of it is very intractable, super bugs, all studied up on the antibiotic armamentarium.
The perennial beds now look like a gardener lives here. That feels better.
Spoke with a woman about a spirituality in art tour for July 8th. It’ll be my first tour in a while. Looking forward to it.