Summer Saturday-- taking it easy? Well, sort of? Good day to do...?

I had a quiet night last night; yes, the town was able to still have the Independence Day festivities-- the rain petered out, and the fireworks went on. We can almost see them from our house, but I didn't bother. I was having a far better time in my recliner, in my jammies early, watching the Sox game. (They won.) G was asleep in his chair with the game on in the den, and the dog was snoozing in another chair. What party animals, eh?

Today: top off the pool (displacement happens), put an HTH tablet in there, and let it sort things out. It looks like a cooler, drizzly day, so I'll tend to inside things. The bedding is already on the final wash cycle, and G helped spin the mattress this morning. We need a new one, but that'll have to wait a bit.
Other than that, I have laundry to fold and a fruit salad to make.

Not bad. 

I finished the first reading/ annotating of the collection of poetry I'm going to be reviewing. It's an odd feeling that these poems evoke: observational instead of invitational. As in, here's the subject, the speaker's involvement, and, reader, you can either engage or not. And it's intentional. I have to let it settle a bit, then read it through again, make more notes, and then see where the essay leads me. I wish my students could see that deep reading and thinking need to happen before one even begins to puzzle out a list of cogent notes that will eventually get strung together into a first draft-- the writing process is a messy, both a generative and contemplative act. 

Ah well. I should let those specters lie for now. It's summer. O, before I forget, I finished "Daisy Jones and the Six" on Prime--wow. Just, wow. Watch it. 

Take care,

C