Mom and I went out and about in the morning. We went to Target, and I got a storage box for my sweatshirts and sweatpants. We made the inevitable trip to the grocery store.
This afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr. B., the podiatrist. Dad has an appointment half an hour later, so I'll probably drive him and wait. He's having back spasms.
Later: Dr. B. took Dad early, so he was actually done a few minutes before I was. I stopped at S.M.'s on the way back and took pictures of her flowers. The ones under the mailbox are very nice. She had impatiens massed in a shady place. The black-eyed Susans were blooming, and a couple of daylilies. The phlox was in bud. She had many different kinds of flowers under the mailbox.
When I got home, I looked at the little white jasmine that was in bud. It had three flowers open. I found the label. It's sambac jasmine, as I thought from the smell. It's 'Maid of Orleans'. I weeded some of the crabgrass out of the raised bed, so I could see all of the little jasmines. The yellow one, 'Revolutum', bloomed not long ago.
I watered the coral bells, hydrangea, spice bush, jasmines, and the plants in the windowbox-style containers.
I finished up an editing job. It was a neko one. I think it's the first neko one I've edited. Or maybe the first I've officially edited.
I'm corresponding with someone about being the beta reader for a historical Klaine fic. It should be fun.
Later still: V. talked about a Regency romance, and I said I'd read plenty of those. Then she talked about a fic set in 1890, and I said that even after "A Singular Gentleman," I still knew more about Regency England than Gilded Age New York City. And, I mean, I've never been to Great Britain, and I have been to New York City every so often, starting in the 1970s. I think the last time I was there was around 2009 or so, but it was mostly to Greenwich Village that time.
Among other authors, V. mentioned Amanda Quick. I said I'd read Amanda Quick books, and that I'd read her books under the names Jayne Castle, Jayne Ann Krentz and Stephanie James, too.
I re-read one in a Sean Michael series, because I'll be line editing the next. Of course there were sounds -- well, something along similar lines, anyway. Of course. I think I learned about sounds from reading a Sean Michael book, probably a Jarheads book. I believe it was Kris who did a survey to see what books readers learned about various toys from. It was like over half the readers for each toy or practice listed Sean Michael as the author they learned about it from. It was hysterical. I've line edited several in the current series. Most of his protagonists are likeable, at least in the books of his I've read. I've read dozens of his works, from short stories to long novels, and it's only a tiny fraction of what he's written. I enjoy his books. I was a fangirl first.
I called S.M., and told her I'd stopped by and taken pictures, and how nice the flowers under the mailbox looked. We talked flowers for some time. I guess it's kind of the garden club version of talking shop.
I got curious about when certain hair oils and waxes were used in history (because it's Blaine!), so I looked up macassar oil. One of the ingredients for it, or some varieties of it, is ylang-ylang oil. Ylang-ylang certainly doesn't grow around here, but I like the smell of it. Also the sambac jasmine reminded me of how much jasmine flowers are used for oils, perfumes and flavorings.
Later: I talked with Jamie for a while, and it was a very good talk. It was quite a wide-ranging conversation.