My favorite song about summer, from the musical- The Golden Apple by Jerome Moross & John Treville Latouche.
What a difference a week makes, 168 little hours. I am taking a rare mini-staycation. I have 5 days in a row, in which I must work about 12 hours.The owner of the business that I work for (who I like) is on vacation in another state, a situation that always makes me feel a tiny bit more relaxed.
Some details of scenes around the garden.
My idea of perfect happiness is a summer day off from work, with no list of things to do & no agenda, with a couple of $20s in my jeans (just in case a little shopping calls to me). I am enjoying just such a day as I post this, mostly because I warned the forces that might make a mess of it- I am going to have my day, my way. A hot summer afternoon in late July is condusive to doing little & enjoying small things in a big way: never leaving the house or garden, listening to my choice of music, read favorite blogs, do a blog post, not getting in trouble for being on the computer too much, watering the garden, sweeping The Boys’ Fort, going for a dog walk, smoke a bowl, make the August Playlist, being-in- the-now, taking note the temperature, the plants, the sky, the Husband, the dogs, being ecstatic, being calm.
The August 2010 Playlist::
Between My Legs- Rufus Wainwright
Crossfire- Brandon Flowers
I Burn For You- Sting with London Philharmonic
Machines Can Do The Work- Fatboy Slim & Herve
DJ’s Got Us Fallin’ In Love- Usher featuring Pitbull
Misery- Maroon 5
Tweak Your Nipple- Faithless
Next To Me- Alan Cumming
Senegal Fast Food- Amadoum& Mariam
You Are Not Alone- Mavis Staples
Your Love- Nicki Minaj
Show & Tell- Al Wilson
Straight No Chaser- Chet Baker
When I Get Low I Get High- Jane Krakowski
If You A Viper- Erin McKeowan
Thank you to the readers who commented & sent best wished & sympathy to the Husband. He reads Post Apocalyptic Bohemian, even when recovering from surgery for Dupuytren’s Contracture. The Husband uses the fact that he in agonizing, difficult pain all the time, to be a bit of a shithead… but I am not allowing that to matter during my little summer respite. Below are photos of the Husband's hand 3 weeks after surgery. He wouldn’t let me see it before now. Yikes! Call James Whale, it is time to make Hand Of Frankenstein. I know life has been kicking him in the gut in 2010. I brought him a beautiful Blueberry/Peach pie, hoping it would keep him busy & happy for a while.
The Husband did, at long last, receive some scraps of good news: he won a judgment for back wages from a past employer, & he has a freelance job doing French style bistro signs for a café. They are quite stylish & smart, & not all that easy to produce with one hand. Even with his extreme pain & current state of mine, the Husband manages to relax also, it is after all, a very Lazy Afternoon. Even in repose, the Husband puts his best side forward.
3 dudes who are old enough to know not to be out in the sun without sunscreen. Bad Dogs!