Tuesday, April 25, 2017

St George's bells

Turns out these not only take over your garden, they also have a cool medieval name since they appear close to the Feast of St George on April 23.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Another March

Today I joined my activist friends for another march. A year ago, who would have believed that we would be marching to demonstrate that science is real?  Truth really is stranger than alternative facts.

Brain hats are all the rage:

I need to get a scientist to translate this sign for me.

Hi, Peggy!

Friday, April 21, 2017

Happy birthday, Charlotte Brontë

Happy birthday, CB!

Today is also International Tea Day so in honor of the double occasion I present the following from Bret Harte's parody of Jane Eyre

I was dressed in a narrow gown of dark serge, trimmed with black bugles. A thick green shawl was pinned across my breast. My hands were encased with black half-mittens worked with steel beads; on my feet were large pattens, originally the property of my deceased grandmother. I carried a blue cotton umbrella. As I passed before a mirror, I could not help glancing at it, nor could I disguise from myself the fact that I was not handsome.

Drawing a chair into a recess, I sat down with folded hands, calmly awaiting the arrival of my master. Once or twice a fearful yell rang through the house, or the rattling of chains, and curses uttered in a deep, manly voice, broke upon the oppressive stillness. I began to feel my soul rising with the emergency of the moment.

"You look alarmed, miss. You don't hear anything, my dear, do you?" asked the housekeeper nervously.

"Nothing whatever," I remarked calmly, as a terrific scream, followed by the dragging of chairs and tables in the room above, drowned for a moment my reply. "It is the silence, on the contrary, which has made me foolishly nervous."

The housekeeper looked at me approvingly, and instantly made some tea for me.

I drank seven cups; as I was beginning the eighth, I heard a crash, and the next moment a man leaped into the room through the broken window.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

At the SAM

We celebrated Easter by going to the SAM to see the Jacob Lawrences and the Paul Allens.

This amazing tree fills the atrium at SAM. Probably hangs over the dining room table at Paul Allen's house.

Turner out-Venices Venice:

A lonely dog in an Edward Hopper painting. 

Thomas Hart Benton is one of my favorites.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

A visit with the boys

These are two of the greatest nephews in the world.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Easter Monday

It is a great day for checking things off.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Triduum by the numbers

A scientific analysis of the relative difficulty of each day of the Triduum courtesy of Fitbit.





Yep, pretty much confirms what I thought. 

The Easter Egg Hunt

In which Z found about 40 eggs in about five minutes, accidentally knocked down a shelf of books, scattered Jelly Bellies all over the house, and a great time was had by all.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

More preparations

And now, preparing for the world's greatest Easter Egg hunt with Z.

Prayer and candy

Easter gifts for the ministers.