I had a fun visit with the printer yesterday, who turns out to have one of T's photos hanging in his house, which certainly increases my happiness about hiring him to do this job. He showed me some other poetry broadsides he's done--one for Richard Blanco was especially beautiful--and now I'm very much looking forward to seeing what he'll do with my poem. T and I are getting excited about this wedding--both of us working on our gifts, both of us having fun planning our outfits. T acquired his suit and shirt this week; I've got a dress and shoes but need to figure out earrings and a necklace. "Dress up in favorite bright colors" is what the kids asked for, so that is what we will do.

Today I hope the credit union will finally have collected enough paperwork to make a decision about the car loan. Otherwise, I'm not too sure what the day will hold. Thunderstorms rolled through last night, and the weather will continue to be unsettled today. The air is foggy and humid, my hair has suddenly become curly, and the sodden peonies are a sloppy beautiful mess. I'm looking forward to a morning walk in this lush, wet world, but I doubt it will be a day for yardwork. So I'll focus on inside tasks: read Louise Erdrich's disturbing but extremely well written novel The Round House; continue to gather together conference materials; tinker with a poem draft; think about my manuscript; polish the dining room table; do some dusting; bake for my poetry group . . . Tomorrow I'm expecting an editing project to come back to me, and next week will be filled with meetings and obligations. The summer bubble is about to burst. But not quite yet.