Also dropped in my folks’ church for a few minutes after work. I regularly pilfer books from the church’s defunct library (the fact that I feel no guilt about this is sure proof that I’m going to hell). Tonight I found this little gem of a children’s bio about Teej, which, despite the fact that it has Lewis and Clark ON THE COVER, contains precisely one sentence about them, AND manages to misspell “Meriwether” (“Meriweather,” I ask you). But you don’t get books like this for the high levels of historical accuracy; you get them because you like the illustrations.
Most of the postcards were (miraculously) blank, but then there was this one. Quite similar to one of the others I was buying, I couldn’t resist this one. It was mailed with a one cent stamp (putting it sometime before 1917, to the best of what I can find), and the message is just those two words: “Everything … OK.” No signature, just an address and the short message with something in it: whether hopeful or melancholic I can’t quite tell, on some kind of edge undoubtedly. There’s a story in this, and that makes it so beautiful to me.
Took a little trip to Shelby, North Carolina before I had to go to work today; mostly just for the heck of it, but also because I have some relatives who live up there in the most interesting house I’ve ever seen (these are the sort of well-off relatives one is tempted to suck up to, for the potential future benefits—let it never be said that I am not mercenary). Another interesting fact: Shelby is where many of the early scenes of The Hunger Games were filmed, including the powerful Reaping. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough time to try to hunt down the warehouse (maybe next time around?). However, I did get to poke around in a couple of antiques shops, where I found a whole mess of vintage postcards of dead presidents’ houses. In the end I put back all of the Mount Vernon and Ash Lawn ones, and bought only the Monticello set, since Jefferson is my favorite of the lot. I spent much more on these than I care to admit, but I just couldn’t resist.
The clouds could have been sculpted from marble. Jun 19 2013
I have some incredibly kind and thoughtful coworkers. A couple of weeks ago, one of them noticed and commented on a necklace that I wear, asking if I had made it myself. She left these two lovely charms and a sweet card in my mailbox for my birthday, hoping that I might find them useful in future projects. Jun 18 2013
Spanish moss, before the rain broke.
Found this gorgeous shell. Its critter was still living inside it, or we would have brought it home.
I think part of the reason I end up taking so many pictures at the beach is because it gives you so much sky to work with.
