Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a glorious morning!
I think I should do some house-cleaning today, but am not sure if it'll happen.
It's more of a "routine" thing than a necessary thing.
I'm sort of wondering where to hang two jobs I recently had custom-framed, as the place is like a portrait gallery as it is, circa 150 custom-framed things covering the walls of the public rooms, and even more in the private rooms.
Kings and queens and princes and princesses and other prominents of England, from back when painters knew how to paint; peasant artwork from the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants, and Native American artwork from authentic Native Americans, famous people I've met in real life, Clare Booth Luce and Henry R. Luce (above the bed), Ned Lamont (above the tank of the commode in the bathroom), and of course the obligatory ones of the ancestors and siblings.
However, these two are different; they're things of franksolich; I hope God forgives my vanity--a silhouette made of me when I was seven years old, and a cartoon-caricature of me as a socialist laborer drawn by a guy in Kiev, Ukraine, using stubs of colored chalk.
The catnip on the William Rivers Pitt is already, in many places, more than 6" high; I don't know what the other lush luxuriant green foliage is, until it gets bigger.
As for "favorite spring/summer food," because the hot weather in Nebraska wreaks havoc on the body, usually I just take a bunch of fruit--apples, oranges, pineapple, peaches, pears, whatnot--or a bunch of vegetables--tomato juice, carrots, peas, corn, celery, whatnot--and send them through the blender, with a whole lot of ice. Either makes a great liquid nutrient.
