By Thomas Hardy
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.
Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!
Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?
Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
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I am going to be boring and domestic the rest of this week, sorry -- inevitable when the deck is being rebuilt and Adam has orthodontic and orthopedic corrections to be made. Most of my afternoon was devoted to the latter: we went to the podiatrist to pick up the orthotic inserts, then went to the specialty sports shoe store to get properly fitted sneakers and running shoes for him to wear them in (luckily they had last year's models on sale, so he got his everyday shoes at a discount and I found a pair of cross-trainers for half price). The people who worked at RnJ seemed very knowledgeable and spent lots of time with us, so that was nice, though we didn't get home till it was getting dark and I had to take a quick walk.
Earlier in the day, I met Linda, my oldest friend (that is, friend of longest duration -- we've known each other since elementary school) for lunch at Benjarong, then briefly stopped at her house to visit her dogs and cat. Evening TV included Arrow, where I am hopelessly lost when it comes to the arc stories but as long as John Barrowman plays a major character I am not sure I care about things like plot, then Nashville, which had great music and lots of Rayna and Deacon and Juliette and Scarlett and Gunnar not too much Avery or Teddy so that's all to the good. Here are some photos from the National Gallery last weekend (plus a couple of the Archives and Natural History):
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