Got up at 7 and found there is no water. Not even one little drop. :-(
Lucia's doing chemo again this week (she does it for m.s.). I spent last night changing her website to her new whatnot -- hindered by the trizzities going out midway. It came on quickly, though. Makes about 5 times so far -- but only one major outage.
I was very surprised to see an article in the New Yorker about Elsa Schiaparelli, because I was just thinking about her a few days ago. Seems like a high convergence zone for Schiaparelli thought. Not that I really knew much about her -- although my mum and Mummy Barbara were both highly into clothing design, and as a youngster I spent hours poring over various books like "Vogue: 100 Years" *(I think it might've been called), and I have always been familiar with Jean Patou and the rest of that crowd. And we always called that color "shocking pink," although I don't remember knowing about the Schiaparelli connection. When did it start being called "hot pink?" There was a time, too, when that general color was called Day-Glo pink. Maybe there's a slight difference between those colors -- not enough to count, though. My parents never explained anything, but just expected me to receive information by osmosis -- which worked pretty well, but not for everything.
*another documentary link, I reckon. Other books of images I spent time poring over included two books my parents had of American civil war photographs. There's that frisson caused by looking at photographs taken long ago -- so I see it goes back to my twin obsessions: images & time.
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