By Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Where shall we adventure, to-day that we’re afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here’s a squadron a-rowing on the sea—
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we’ll escape them, they’re as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.
My Wednesday mostly involved unexciting work around a very fun lunchtime and Google Meet call with my high school friends, though I did talk some more with the artist whose great-aunt's photos I've been scanning, and she's been sending me photos in exchange, and it's like sharing a fandom no one else knows about. And speaking of fandom, we watched two more episodes of Our Flag Means Death, which may be my favorite show of the decade, possibly even more than Good Omens though I'm not committing to anything until I see how it ends. Taika Waititi is the sexiest man in the universe and I don't usually feel that way about people I've seen as Hitler.
Otherwise, we enjoyed the warmer weather, took a walk, talked to some neighbors, and watched James Corden's "We Don't Talk About Jada" which is somehow problematic yet cathartic at the same time (I choose to read it as all the people of color reminding the white guy to stay in his own lane, not Corden himself dictating how he feels as some of Twitter does and in any case the speed with which the writers put it together is admirable). Plus we watched the first episode of Moon Knight, which wasn't nearly as dark as the trailer suggested and so far is detached from the MCU so I could just enjoy the story and performances on their own. Some more of Bethesda's cherry blossoms: