I spent most of the week indoors looking through my windows waiting for the keeper to come home. She was all over the place. We did have a bit of an incident earlier in the week. She was trying to plant some perennials when a pack of bees swarmed her. She said many bad words and also that she was very very disappointed in them since she has provided them so many flowers this summer. They did not seemed chastened, although some died because they gave her their stingers. Anyway, her right arm was covered with bee stings and all swollen. It's finally getting better, but I am not going anywhere near that flower bed. If they do that to her, what will they do to me?
That didn't stop her from running all over the town, and even making a visit to a pastor friend on Mercer Island. Her friend has a beautiful old house which was one of the original beach houses on the island, and the windows are designed from scenes from Swedish paintings. The keeper loved being in such a light and airy house with such wild gardens. No bees troubled her there.
Finally we have been home together the last two nights--last night we grilled and watched the French film
Seraphine; tonight we grilled and are watching Carole King and James Taylor in concert. The keeper is old. She gets very nostalgic about this old music. It's ok, I guess.
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