September 17, 2021

Drove to campus to get my Retiree Parking hang tag. Proximity encouraged me to walk in the Botanical Garden, which have not done, much past the gate, for many years. Rejoiced in the labeled wild plants, increasing my own internal herbarium. Saw students, saddened that few–or any– among them would know who I am now. Students in these years, so politically uncertain, so rife with Covid, are very unlucky. I hope some good thing compensates them in time to come. 

Went to Connie’s opening at Pink Dog. It’s a cohesive and culminating show, summarizing in simple, nostalgic gestures the compassionate perspective she has been exhibiting through a long, productive artistic life. She wore a mask covered in rhinestones.