It was a fine Saturday, with rain in the morning to feed the dry ground and sunshine in the afternoon. It is the most humid day yet. To step outside is to break a sweat! God bless Kentucky summers!
In the morning, after a lovely, late rising and Morning Offering, I pecked away at my e-mail, writing 5 letters while Mick cleaned the kitchen and ran errands. In the afternoon Melissa and I finished going through my summer clothes, sorting out those that still fit my increased girth from those which do not and are bound for Goodwill. Meanwhile, Mick scored a power nap and then tackled the yard, weeding his way through the afternoon.
When we came down from our after-bath cuddle time, we found that Melissa had decided not to stay overnight – a surprise to us, and we were sorry not to have said good-bye. We found an old movie, Fried Green Tomatoes, which we had never yet seen and enjoyed it thoroughly. Jessica Tandy and Kathy Bates were delicious in their roles of an old lady recalling her youth and a younger woman providing a listening ear, and Mary-Louise Parker, Cicely Tyson and Mary Stuart Masterson were equally excellent in their supporting roles. Stan Shaw was eloquent and poignant in his role of the abused man of color. There were Oscar-worthy performances throughout the ensemble.
I offered the closing prayer at the Gaia Meditation tonight.