Not this.
Nor this.
No, being covered in bees means being too busy.
It means having 3 months' worth of stuff to do, and 11 days to do it.
I'm beginning to realize that being covered in bees
just might be my natural state.
Kinda scary, that.
(More on the bees at the end of the post.)
I can be a self-starter, when I have a good reason to start myself.
My favorite reason is . . . a party.
On Saturday, June 30th, we're having a party to celebrate our daughter Anne's grad school graduation.
I've got a To-Do List -- but you knew that, didn't you? -- and some of it is actually getting To-Done.
Some small changes. The convex mirror over the fireplace . . .
is replaced for the summer by a watery-cool watercolor, painted decades ago by my cousin Bill.
It's leaning on the mantel. It was too big to hang from the mirror hook!
Wacky picture of the day -- one of the front windows,
reflected in the mirror that's temporarily resting on a chair, awaiting its summer job.
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Outside, Howard and Anne yanked most of the mint out of the patio
border this weekend, where it had gone all Organized Crime on us
and muscled in on every other plant's turf.
border this weekend, where it had gone all Organized Crime on us
and muscled in on every other plant's turf.
Below -- Mint strangling poppies. A mob hit for sure.
Now, most of the mint has been rubbed out
(it's how we do it in Jersey -- we take no prisoners) and is
(it's how we do it in Jersey -- we take no prisoners) and is
wearing tiny cement overshoes, waiting to be dumped into the
Hudson River to swim with the fishes.
Hudson River to swim with the fishes.
Or, to get picked up at the curb in tidy brown paper bags
destined for the municipal compost heap.
destined for the municipal compost heap.
We also took out a massive load of overgrown ivy.
There is still plenty of that, if anyone is interested. Free Ivy! Get your Free Ivy here!
That's the top of a tomato plant at the bottom of that snapshot, above. We are watching
our baby tomatoes grow, and hoping the chipmunks and groundhogs won't get to them first.
We have a married pair of groundhogs -- or woodchucks -- burrowing merrily all over our yard.
They have made enormous holes behind the stone retaining walls.
If those old walls collapse because of those danged groundhogs, I am suing them.
Or, finding tiny cement overshoes that will fit their creepy little feet.
Daughter Alida's mother-in-law Billie told me that putting fresh dog poo down the burrows will scare
the groundhogs away. Finally! All Dion's efforts at abstract lawn sculpture will not be in vain.
Now, about being covered in bees . . .
this was part of the parlance that Anne and her grad school
classmates used to describe being too busy and stressed,
which pretty much defines graduate school, or so I hear.
There are levels of bee-dom.
Covered in Bumble Bees is: normal grad school stress.
Covered in Yellow Jackets is: I have a big project due ... tomorrow.
Covered in Africanized Killer Bees is: finals!
Anne wants to make sure I credit comedian Eddie Izzard with originating the phrase
Covered In Bees, even though his use of it has nothing to do with stress.
But ain't it a handy little phrase?
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