Everyone sounds so busy!
I get those swallowtail catepillars here- one year they decimated my dill crop, which rather cooled me on their continued existence, although I mostly just move them, unlike the tomato horn worms- they, despite turning into the most spectacular Sphinx moth, get given to the birds. I hope you get to see one or two emerge from their cocoons- that's always so interesting.
Nice work on the window- house repair sometimes seems never-ending. We did the whole south side of our place this Spring- the weather is so harsh it took three days to get it ready to prime and paint.
Walks and car rides and horned prongs (kinda) and dentists and birds- all sounds like a busy life- good for all of you!
It's been... irritating here. DH is going through a bad patch which means everything is on me, and, gotta tell you, I tire of being the mother- I end up feeling exactly like Joan Crawford, plus tired and frustrated. (I, unlike Joan, am able to identify my emotions. Doesn't mean I can negate them, though. Anyone who actually believes "You control your feelings!" has read far too much pop- emphasis on the idea of junk-food- psychology. You can't; all you can do is label them correctly, then attempt to identify their roots- which means you have a small chance of changing your reaction to said roots).
It's rained a couple times, so for four days in a row I did not have to be outside by 0500 to water that little bit of grass; the unfortunate side effect is our old-lady dog, Angel, is terribly gun shy, and storms- even lightning- and thunder-less- put her into a panic and she comes and pants, loudly, into my face so I can get up and save her. Saving her means giving her MORE calming chews and bedding down on the floor in the closet, which is less open to the elements attacking the windows. Weird how being an adult means no longer being able to sleep on the floor without not really sleeping and getting up next morning feeling as if hit by a truck. I watered this morning, though, because we're supposed to start drying out and going up into the hundreds again. What fun.
I was bummed about Robbie Robertson (
https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2023...ader-of-canadian-us-group-the-band-dies-at-80 ) although I hadn't been expecting any new music from him. Still, hard to hear he's gone.
I have a piece on the easel giving me fits, but I shall prevail one way or the other- it becomes something I like or it goes into the trash- I'm not fussed about it anymore. And then, I might try a landscape.
Chili for supper, with a melon compote and, I dunno- maybe cornbread (hate to turn the oven on, though). Something, I'm sure will come to mind.
Then collapse into bed and do it all over again tomorrow.