Trust Thou Thy Love
By John Ruskin
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet;
Fail, Sun and Breath!--yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.
Am juggling simultaneous chat windows with Daniel (whose building buzzer phone calls are for some reason forwarding here instead of to him), my TrekToday editor (who is in the U.S. and I will finally get to meet him tomorrow), my next door neighbor Carole (who is my local expert on all matters concerning DC tourism), and Cheryl (whose birthday was Saturday!). So am mentally disjointed, sorry!
After a quiet morning reading, we started watching the Maryland-Bowling Green game, but first there was a delay for lightning, then the Terps started playing so badly that we decided to go see some actual turtles in the wild in the C&O Canal. The storm was over, but because it was still overcast and somewhat cool, we saw very few! Though we saw birds and ducks and did not get too muddy, so it was all good!
We stopped at the Bethesda Co-op on the way home from the canal, so we had Indian food for dinner. Then we watched Effie Gray, the Emma Thompson-penned movie about Millais' wife, though the film focused entirely on her miserable marriage to John Ruskin. Having seen pretty much every movie and TV show about the Pre-Raphaelites ever made, I see why Thompson was accused of plagiarism. The movie is slow but stylish!