Poem: "Its Weirdness Is Evident Without Comparison"
Jul. 7th, 2026 09:33 pm( Read more... )


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All she has to do is wait for their future to unfold, and unfold herself into the person she was always meant to be.
This week, my "I Voted" sticker! This was a vote in the primaries. Mixed results in terms of my own votes, but while a few candidates I preferred did not win their races, the ones I felt strongest about did.
There were actually two different "I Voted" stickers for our county. Alex got the other!
This was mostly a good week, especially with only two work days in between my time off! That said... I feel so very behind and like I have so much to get done. Pride was good, and the 4th was good, which were interesting bookends to the week. I feel like I read a fair amount, but don't have anything much to show for it in terms of anything having been finished. Very behind on Dreamwidth in terms of posts/comments/and my own posts. I did finally catch up on my friend's list, and will tackle comments next! Bella was sick for most of the week (starting late Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning,) which has not been fun (for her most of all), though at least she seems to feel okay, just having some digestive problems. Even just a few days into my time off from work I already feel like I haven't done nearly as much as I hoped and am wasting the time. :( Hopefully I can turn it around.
My reading for the week.
Goals for the week:
Tracked habits:
Total words written: 1041 on reviews
(by which I mean, A very bravely ventured back to B&Q again, this time DID get The Goods, aaaaaaaand then discovered that even cut down they didn't fit in the car so they still needed to be attached to the roof rack with ratchet straps--)
we have achieved PROOF that the windows CLOSE when they have ratchet straps slung around both TOP and BOTTOM
we have a house at 26.7°C and an outside world at 26.1°C and it's time to go to bed
[Gru's plan goes here]
-- but hey, maybe at least we'll manage to discourage it from getting significantly warmer in here? and maybe I'll wake up early enough to open the house up usefully while we're still below 20°C tomorrow morning?
So, that was a full day. I am encouraged by Lorie at Glendarragh Farm, who very carefully explained that lavender likes full sun, sandy soil, and a little lime for flavor. Also, on my walk around the farm, I was able to observe for myself that bumblebees love them some lavender. I'm back to thinking planting lavender in the place where the pool used to be, which is still stoopidly sandy. However! I did not buy a lavender plant today. Today I bought: a couple lavender sachets (one of which has found its forever home in the car, a t-shirt (I know, but! purple), a dark chocolate lavender bar, lavender-peppermint soap, a bunch of dried lavender destined to be placed in a vase and put in Steve's office, lavender lip balm, and lavender hand balm.
. . . I think I was quite conservative, really.
I walked in the gardens, and visited the lavender drying shed, which I would like to live in for the rest of my life. I had several in-depth chats with ZuZu, who is one of those little white dogs that everyone adopts immediately they retire and decide to travel. We talked about cats, ZuZu and I -- that cats, yes, do sleep a lot, and that she was just about as big as Rookie -- and also the fact that I had been raised by dogs, and that, yes, it was very very interesting and exciting to meet new people. I spoke for myself and ZuZu's owner translated for her, because -- you know this, right? -- I am one of those people who will talk to a dog for twenty minutes and never directly speak to the dog's owner.
Onward!
From Appleton, then, to Lincolnville Beach, where the tide was out and people were doing beach things, and thence to Belfast, where two full-color posters of kittens greet the traveler coming into town from Route One from the South, announcing the availability of Maine! Coon! Kittens! No, I didn't stop, and because I am an uncharitable person, I take leave to doubt that anyone with Maine! Coon! Kittens! needs to advertise their availability via street-corner posters.
Stopped at Nautilus for lunch on the covered patio, as reported elsewhere. The haddock Reuben was very tasty, though I admit I had some doubts.
After lunch, I went up the hill to the co-op and did some shopping -- fresh onions, cherries, three kinds of salads (curried chicken, potato, and pasta pea), local cheese, a bottle of alcohol-free wine, which -- I will, as it happens, quite happily drink alcohol-free wine, but it costs the earth, comparatively -- a loaf of Borealis rye bread for the freezer, bar shampoo and moisturizer.
After shopping -- ice cream! Homemade strawberry from Wild Cow, which I carried back to the public landing and ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the bay.
Then, it was time to come home, which is where I am now, and where I will be staying, rather than drag my weary self to the library.
Things that were missing from my day.
1 Crowds of tourists. It is now after July 4th and I was on Route One. Frequently the only car on Route One. Belfast was a little thin of people for even a off-season Tuesday, never mind a fine July afternoon, and there were ... less boats than I had anticipated in the harbor. There was no line at the restaurant during the Prime Hour for lunch. More! There were parking spaces available at the public landing.
2 Seagulls. There were no seagulls at Belfast. None. I'm trying to remember if there were any at Ducktrap -- sorry, Lincolnville -- and that probably tells the tale right there.
Well. Maybe the Seagull Militia is forming up elsewhere. Maybe that's where the missing tourists are, too.
Rookie was waiting for me when I came in, and! There was a drinker at the front-garden hummingbird bar. Score!
And there we have my news.
What's yours?
Lavender!
...with bonus poppies


Looks were served at the Schiaparelli Couture show, as one would expect! Shall we? And by that we me– oh, we see you’ve already scrolled down to get to Emma Corrin. Okay, meet you there.
Emma Corrin


A biblically correct nonbinary angel-devil. We just love this little punk fashion pixie. Sure, the collar is overwhelming them and the nipple horns might just be too much, but you can’t call it forgettable, can you? That’s the way they like it.
Bad Bunny



He looks delicious and he knows it. Just gorgeous. What a fantastic color on him.
Lee Pace


We find this disappointingly conventional. It’s gorgeous, he’s gorgeous, but it’s pretty standard in most ways.
Michelle Yeoh


This is also surprisingly low-key, although she looks very chic and restrained. Love the shades. Can’t say the bob is working for us.
[Photo Credit: Lucia Sabatelli/INSTARimages]
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Drizzt is a good drow, but doesn't know the other. Horim Half-Orc, friend of Spirit Sanctuary, is going to do something about that.

Witchgrass
Something
comes into the world unwelcome
calling disorder, disorder—
If you hate me so much
don’t bother to give me
a name: do you need
one more slur
in your language, another
way to blame
one tribe for everything—
as we both know,
if you worship
one god, you only need
One enemy—
I’m not the enemy.
Only a ruse to ignore
what you see happening
right here in this bed,
a little paradigm
of failure. One of your precious flowers
dies here almost every day
and you can’t rest until
you attack the cause, meaning
whatever is left, whatever
happens to be sturdier
than your personal passion—
It was not meant
to last forever in the real world.
But why admit that, when you can go on
doing what you always do,
mourning and laying blame,
always the two together.
I don’t need your praise
to survive. I was here first,
before you were here, before
you ever planted a garden.
And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon
are left, and the sea, and the wide field.
I will constitute the field.
—Louise Glück
from The Wild Iris, 1992