Kady as La Grande Odalisque

With apologies to Ingres.

It must be love that fathoms the moonlight
Must be love that shallows the deepest
part of the night
So you can show them with your eye
The things that make them cry,
Because it must be love
the way you are must be love
And the things you feel must be love
Oh, it must be love
It must be love

When I think about you

Sometimes I think things are overwhelming. Sometimes I think I don't know what to do.
But I forget the world and everything around me that's what I think when I think about you.

WE WERE BORN TOGETHER

We are twinned in a fugitive mind
Friends should stay together and
Light the world with the fugitive kind

So you keep talking in many languages
Telling us the way you feel
Don't stop confiding in the road you're on
Don't quit, you're walking satellites

the best girl ever

Certain things in life I like to savor
Watchin' clouds and waitin' on the rain
If you ever question my behavior
Just a taste will make you feel the same now
Don't tempt me; I'm where I wanna be
Cause on the eighth day, God made sweet tea

Boomer

Boomer is Kady's friend. She doesn't bark when he walks by. She wags a LOT when she sniffs noses on the street. Boomer's girl is named Kirstin, too. She is studying to be a math teacher.

Boomer came from the shelter, too -- Dane County. He was a stray. Hard to believe, isn't it? People are such shits.

Boomer is lucky, and Kirstin's future students are too.

Sunday afternoon

The promised sunny Sunday didn't happen. Promised by whom? Oh yeah, the weather chick on local TV. duh.
Can't get my feet warm. Fingers are cold too. I'm sure it's not related, but the oven is taking forever to heat up. I'm hoping to bake bread.

The bread is a Frankenstein experiment. It's no-knead because I used the kitchenaid. But I only let it rise per the regular bread procedure. But I'm going to cook it in a preheated covered pot in a 450 oven. If I can ever get the oven that hot.

Kady is finally in bed. She loves sitting outside on the porch and spent most of the day out there. I finally brought her inside because she was barking at passing dogs. She is the sheriff of Brearly St. And Jake is Barney Fife.

She is so peaceful when she sleeps. She's almost snoring, her head resting on one arm, the other curled over her back leg.

I got nuthin.

It's a beautiful day. Remarkable really.
And I'm in my hermetically sealed office. The Carolina-blue sky is out there, teasing.

The weekend's activities include a Saturday morning run to the composting station to pick up some compost for the garden, and planting the stuff I bought at last week's farmers market. Can't buy more until I plant what I have.

But I would like to get a flat of Galium Odorata--Sweet Woodruff. The plant I got last year (I think from the Flower Factory) is absolutely thriving under the shrub in front of the porch. So is the clematis that also came from the flower factory--it has just exploded. I think I need another one to put on the other side of the gate.