They should make books that are edible (for women)
To-do list:
Follow us on Twitter, follow the Washington Review of Books on Twitter and subscribe to their newsletter, and email us your favorite things to do with friends in summer.
Links:
Flowers:
The woman who cleans Clare’s grandmother’s house, whom aforementioned girl has known since she was born, brought her grandmother the most gorgeous bouquet of peonies, the largest peonies she has ever seen, these gorgeous ruffly foamy plumes that show off the pomp and humor and concentricity of the Lord’s work. The girl’s grandmother has made sure that the vase that holds them has been directly in her line of sight at all times, and that makes total sense, doesn’t it?
Culinary woulds:
Clare made some avocado/corn/black bean salad!
[Would. –Sarah] [It’s all in the sweet/smoky dressing. I’ll send u z recipe. —C]
Sarah hosted at her apartment a couple last times before her move home. [I didn’t know your move home impended! Will ask you more abt this. —Clare][I’ve been vague about it because I’m on my parents’ timeline- but yes I’m officially moving out Wednesday :) –Sarah] [Wow! I am so excited and happy for you! We shall talk more. —Clare] On Tuesday her friends who are sisters came over and she made burgers and crispy potatoes again, and chocolate chip cookies to go with (the meal on the whole was not her best work but the rolls were yummy.)
Her friends brought watermelon. yum! She also made ramen and ate the whole bowl with chopsticks (notable to longtime Sarah knowers!), and on Friday before swing dancing made a rotini sausage pasta bake and garlic bread which she enjoyed with her friend. On Sunday she made brunch for her family and cooked bacon in the oven for the first time and realized it’s way better than pan fried. She also made monster cookies for youth group but they were, to quote the other youth group leader, “too crumbly.” Just look at them!
She promises to stop journaling about every meal she cooks after this week.
Gaby
[The way I need him (Green Frog Cookie). –Sarah]
Amy bought a family size bag of sour patch kids and this recipe is on the package. It’s definitely more of a “wouldn’t.” [HEAVENS, I’m gonna hurl!!!! —Clare] [Please make this for me 🥺 –Sarah]
Music:
Clare scheduled beginner shooting lessons for herself and her mom for Mothers’ Day, so today she listened to the fearsome percussives of magazines and ammunition.
Sarah listened to this last week when one of the managing editors sent it to her. She did not feel strongly about it upon first listen, but she added it to her “car playlist”. When it came on in the car today she really liked it.
Poem:
Plague of Dead Sharks
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?
The waiting, wintered pack-beasts of the feet
slough off, in spring, the dead rind of the shoes’
leather detention, the big toe’s yellow horn
shines with a natural polish, and the whole
person seems to profit. The opposite appears
when dead sharks wash up along the beach
for no known reason. What is more built
for winning than the swept-back teeth,
water-finished fins, and pure bad eyes
these old, efficient forms of appetite
are dressed in? Yet it looks as if the sea
digested what is wished of them with viral ease
and threw up what was left to stink and dry.
If this shows how the sea approaches life
in its propensity to feed as animal entire,
then sharks are comforts, feet are terrified,
but they vacation in the mystery and why not?
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?:
what the sun burns up of it, the moon puts back.
—
Alan Dugan, from Poems Seven: New and Complete Poetry, 2001
What we’re reading:
Clare forgot how to read, unfortunately!
Sarah had a little meltdown because certain eboys (Jules) read Middlemarch in like, a few days! And she’s still in book four. She is trying to become the Mary Garth phenotype but everyone keeps telling her she is like Dorothea. Sigh.
Exhortations:
You tell us, for once! Do we have to do everything in this house?
Request for approval:
Is this okay?