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Memorial
Day cookout here
Stephanie & Chris joined us
Ice
cream
... walk through German Village.
Met
a strange woman who thought she was speaking English.
We weren't so sure.
Three
Creeks
All the way across the city, to give Charlie time
to recover
Amy
was unimpressed with the pet trail which went through the woods and
did not afford any creek views.
The
other trails requested no pets before they got interesting.
Park
of Roses
Which was not as in bloom as I expected -- they suggest
mid-June as the height of the season
ABOVE
Campanula. In the back garden.
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Ring
shopping.
Easton & Polaris
Amy
to Columbus
M
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Amy's
soon-to-be school.
Bishop Watterson
M
A Y 2 6 , 2 0 0 4
Deadline
day.
More photos from the conservatory yesterday.
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Lunch
break.
To the conservatory. Chihuly & the butterflies
in residence.
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Finished
the Piano Tuner.
Mixed reactions.
I
was unwell from 6 on this evening, wanting to get up and get out and
do things; yet unwilling to drag myself out of the bed I finally fell
into when once able to dash home at 7.
I
couldn't sleep, but suffered trying to read, a few pages here and
a few pages there.
M
A Y 2 3 , 2 0 0 4
Thunderstorms
again.
First the wind picked up. A strong enough breeze had
followed me all the drive home, and then gradually intensified throughout
the evening. Wanting to leave the windows open, as the heat was still
heavy upstairs, I put up the blinds to prevvent them from banging
back at the window frames; first one and the second I put up, and
then the third also. The closet door slammed shut, and I rose, reöpened
and propped it with boots. The wind connected and joined the rooms
of the upstairs through patterns and swirls of its own.
The
wind stormed and the storm rose up and beat at the house.
The
drumming rain lashed the window panes and the thunder shook the floors
and the lightening lit up the trees and pools & streams &
rivers that had once been sidewalks & alleys & roads and dropped
everything back suddenly to blackness all around and the dark thrumming
of the heavy rain.
And
I lay and tried to rest and hoped that Monday would not be as horrible
as I feared.
To
Columbus
Final
session with the Freshes.
More planning to do.
> MAY
03
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