I'm home again and ready to stop traveling for a while. Today one boy goes off to camp for a month; on Monday the other one goes back to his paint-scraping job. Tom is finally employed again, and I will be editing again, and we will slip into some kind of summertime routine that might even involve getting paid. But it is so extremely muggy here. Everything in the house smells musty and stale, the grass is too tall and the weeds are too thick, and I don't know how I will possibly catch up on any household chores when just walking across the kitchen makes me break into a sweat.
Among other things I must do this weekend is remind Tom that I need a new author photo for the next poetry collection. This won't make either of us happy: I hate posing for pictures, and he hates taking posed pictures. On the bright side, however, we also have to start thinking about a cover photo. It does make me happy to see his artwork on the covers of my books. And if you haven't looked at what he's doing with pixels, you should check them out. He's been printing these images onto watercolor paper so that the colors slightly bleed into one another. The result is very beautiful.