Poem for Wednesday and Azaleas in Rain

Spring Haiku
By Matsuo Bashō
Translated by Hogan Reikan

With plum blossom scent,

sudden sun emerges

along a mountain trail

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We had a frustrating Tuesday morning in that we went to take the car to get its emissions checked, but the car refused to talk to the automated machine at the MVA in Gaithersburg, so we headed for the one with people in Rockville only to discover it had a very long line. So we came home, had lunch, and figured that was probably best accomplished at an unholy hour of the morning a different day. 

The rest of the afternoon was not eventful. I may have spent far too much of it making an Our Flag Means Death playlist from the show, songvids, and just music that seemed obvious to me. No news on Paul's parents, though they sound a bit better and I guess no news is good news! It was drizzling when we walked in the afternoon, so we got to see lots of beautiful damp azaleas. 

 

We had Lebanese Taverna for dinner for the first time in almost a year -- yay, labneh! My Voyager group minus one watched Scorpion Part I, which I can't help still loving ("Three years ago, I didn't know your name"). Then we watched Apollo 10 1/2: A Space Age Childhood, which is a pretty delightful history of life in the '60s from a kid in Houston's perspective, particularly the moon shot.