À propos of nothing in particular, a quick reminder that red-clad dancers worldwide celebrate the Most Wuthering Heights Day every year. And last July, it was in celebration of her 65th birthday. Although we’re a tad late for the official ceremonies, this is a good time to appreciate Kate Bush, top British pop artist of the 1970s, ‘80s, ‘90s, and more.
Here’s to Kate, in the hopes she managed to enchant her Heathcliff. Or else scare him silly.
Pursuit of this hot bunny trail brought me to the Charismatic Voice, an opera singer who hears pop music for the first time and rates it.
Fab!
And for Optimum, whose snowy raison d’être has melted away, here are some dance steps to work on for Kate’s 66th—especially the “reverse pterodactyl”.
I suspect he needs something to do.
Hi everyone. I worked at the store 6 out of the last 10 days, which is a lot. Things are ramping up because it's spring, which in this area means oscillating back and forth between sunny/70s and windy/50s. (Do buy your pansies and kale now if you're in Zone 5. But for heaven's sake hold off on the petunias and tomatoes. We'll have a better selection 6 weeks from now, and they won't have to spend that 6 weeks feeling cold and not growing because it's not time yet. Impatience has no effect on weather. I plant my impatiens right after Memorial Day.)
Yesterday I did a substantial amount of physical work putting hoses in place, and I feel a great sense of accomplishment, all the greater for having managed to educate my relatively new boss about what needed to be done and why, to get set up for the watering season, and that little-old-lady me can take care of it because I've been doing it for a while. He's on board now, and prepared to take care of certain arrangements that require his authority. I arrived home tired and dehydrated, but a glass of lemonade and a bowl of macaroni and cheese, consumed in front of the TV, are effective for those conditions. Today I'm like "OK, where did I leave off when I had to stop doing stuff on my to-do list?"
Well, the good news is my MIL survived her fall, although she got a nasty bruise out of it.
I texted Janet (cc' Bob) telling her after 60 years of marriage "falling for Bob" was a metaphor! Bob got a laugh out of it. She did have a concussion, so they are taking it easy with her.
Katie thought it was a mistake for Janet to come to the quilt retreat, as she wasn't feeling well. She shared how she spoke to the former camp nurse, asking advice on ER locations. The next day the former camp nurse had to run home; her husband smashed the ends of two fingers trying to run pie dough through a rolling machine. But Janet didn't sleep well the entire weekend, and was almost a zombie by the end of it. FWIW & IMHO I think she fell because she was so exhausted from a lack of sleep.
The former camp nurse was at Quaker Haven when Pam was on staff, so they were very close. She at first had her suspicions of me, but grew to accept me (I was often introduced as "the worst behaved counselor at camp", because of my mischief). She admires Katie for stepping in to marry me and be a mother to my son with Pam. Katie comments how much goodwill she has a camp due to Pam. I tell her it's a sympathy vote for marrying the worst behaved counselor at camp.