Reading Sayers

Didn't she translate Dante too? I have some of the Wimsey novels and the library has the rest so I reread one or two a year. I love them, find them completely delightful. So I reread The Nine Tailors yesterday, and today reread Busman's Honeymoon, and it was a fine time had by all. She's a lovely stylist, quotes everyone, and is very funny. A great combination for a hot day, sitting under a fan, eating cold finger food. I never thought to enjoy such indulgence. I'll have to venture out, to get supplies for the long weekend (during which I intend to stay off the roads), but I'll do that tomorrow. I may as well cook some ribs for the holiday. Thinking about thermal shock, listening to the house adjust to temperature swings, 55 last night, 95 the day before. This type of construction, modified post and beam, means that the two types of framing have different coefficients of expansion. I have a tendency to over-frame, and I've gotten quite good at attachment (had gotten, would be better said) and I actually visualize every joint in a building, so it's always interesting when the house moves a bit. If I did cook ribs, I could just eat them for several days, with slaw and baked beans. I've been wanting to make baked beans from the Coke Cookbook, on the other hand Glenn will here for four days and five nights soon and maybe I'll do the ribs then. I might just grill a couple of tenderloins with various sides; there's a wilted red cabbage slaw I'd like to do, butter beans cooked with cracklings, cold squash soup, and various roasted root vegetables I can do on the grill. Also I could grill a London Broil while Glenn is here, and we could enjoy that any number of ways. B will want to come over, and TR; Drew and Barnhart, everyone enjoys talking with Glenn. Finishing the Anne Proulx, quite the read, 700 pages, and it reminds me of Sometimes A Great Notion, when it's remaindered I want a copy for my library. I don't understand butterflies at all. I had to use the sling-blade today, to cut the young blackberry between me and the outhouse, and I was studying my stroke with the tool, and noticed butterflies, several varieties, all flitting around about fifteen or twenty feet in the air. They were finding something in that zone, some pollen or sweetness, and I never did discover what it was. Watched them most of the day. There were a lot of them, enough to tag the event as "the day of the butterflies" and remember it forever. I couldn't discern any rhyme or reason for their behavior. And they do actually flit. I watch the flight patterns of anything that can fly or float and butterflies flit. They're so light they hover, and with a slight flap of wing, a bit of rudder, they turn a 180. Amazing. I have to say, the microwave oven is a great device for cooking potatoes when you don't want to have a fire. Seven (sweet potatoes) to ten (Irish Potatoes) minutes, and you have food for a couple of meals. Softened butter, maybe some cream cheese, whatever herb was in the window-sill. And Bunter, of course, cooks peas perfectly.