|Looking up at lunchime|
On Monday, the office was all but empty and I caught up on a lot of work. I was so happy to return to Bar Method after a 2-week hiatus due to stitches and travel.
I'm trying to spend lunch hours in new places. On Tuesday, I took a quick drive to a cemetery for a stroll. Is that weird? Maybe. A colleague of mine had told me she did this from time to time and I thought it sounded like a beautiful thing to do. After all, don't we appreciate life more when we think about death? I've been thinking a lot about death lately (see Reading and Watching) and it's an important subject to regularly ponder. I'm trying to understand life better through it, and the ways we experience joy and sadness simultaneously.
Wednesday was another long-ish but fun day of photoshooting. I missed out on most of the World Cup drama that day (England/Croatia).
|Cool art in the Whitworth library|
Friday was hot, the hottest of all the days. The air conditioner is working hard. The cat is luxuriating in the warmest rooms. We got outside in the evenings, though, and prepped the backyard for putting in grass seed. It is probably too hot for doing such things, but we're doing it anyway.
I failed to mentioned last week that I actually read a book in a day! That is, I listened to Tim Robbins read Fahrenheit 451 for 5 of my 7-hour drive to Boise. I'd never read it before and I found myself tearing up somewhere around the mountain timezone switch as I neared the end of the book.
"And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on."I started another audiobook, The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion, which is all about death and dealing with grief in the year following the death of her husband, followed by that of her daughter.
The Tour is on in the mornings, of course, and I get my daily debrief when I get home. Sometimes we'll turn on the TV to continue one of our shows if we can stand to turn off the air conditioner (it's loud), otherwise we have to turn up the TV super-loud and feel overtaken with sound.
We watched Coco on Saturday. I knew where the song "Remember Me" would eventually lead, and there was no stopping the tears. This is the best Disney thing I've seen in years.
I started knitting Francis and the pattern is...innovative. I had to read and re-read and re-read again before I started to understand the designer's instructions. I had to undo it 4 times and start over. After the fourth time, it nearly got the better of me. I cried and felt like a lousy knitter. My neck was hurting and I just wanted to figure it out. I kept at it and finally I got it.
The new Dirty Projectors album (Lamp Lit Prose) is dreamily good.
It's the season for grilled lemon-parsley chicken tenders! (It's always the season, but it tastes especially good right now.)
Joel made jambalaya this week, too, which is always a favorite.
Otherwise, grilled meats and salads as much as possible to beat the heat!