Poem for Saturday and USBG Miniatures

Miniature
By Eden Phillpotts

The grey beards wag, the bald heads nod,
And gather thick as bees,
To talk electrons, gases, God,
Old nebulae, new fleas.
Each specialist, each dry-as-dust
And professorial oaf,
Holds up his little crumb of crust
And cries, " Behold the loaf!"

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I woke up from a horrible nightmare involving my kids, then realized later that it was the birthday of Adam's good friend Robert who died two years ago just days after the day. So I was kind of off-center all day and did not get a lot done, apart from a walk in the park to catch the new Pokemon released this afternoon after a Heatran raid.

We had dinner with my parents, who now have Disney+ so we can discuss Baby Yoda in their presence, then we came home and (speaking of Disney+) finished the first season of Marvel's Runaways, which I'm still enjoying a lot. Here are some of the US Botanical Garden's plant-based miniatures of buildings on the National Mall:

Poem for Thursday, Sugarloaf, Les Mis

No!
By Thomas Hood

     No sun-no moon!
     No morn-no noon-
No dawn-
     No sky-no earthly view-
     No distance looking blue-
No road-no street-no "t'other side the way"-
     No end to any Row-
     No indications where the Crescents go-
     No top to any steeple-
No recognitions of familiar people-
     No courtesies for showing 'em-
     No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all-no locomotion,
No inkling of the way-no notion-
     "No go"-by land or ocean-
     No mail-no post-
     No news from any foreign coast-
No park-no ring-no afternoon gentility-
     No company-no nobility-
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member-
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
     November!

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I slept late after a late election night (still no winner in the Virginia attorney general's race; there's going to be a recount, it's a couple hundred vote margin) and had an awesome heist movie dream that unfortunately I don't remember. I had a bunch of work to do, then my mother invited me out for froyo at the mall and we wandered into a couple of stores -- she got me a Chanukah present I will pretend not to know about and I got myself a sweater on sale at Old Navy.

It was insanely gorgeous yet again, with high puffy clouds during the day and a stunning pink-to-violet sunset in the evening. I was out late enough for the bunnies to appear as well as the deer. Since Nashville was not on due to the CMA awards, Delta and I decided to watch Les Mis (not in the same room or even in the same city, but that did not stop us from making simultaneous comments about Hugh Jackman's butt) -- younger son is mocking this but I don't care!