Summer is here in all its hotness and muggy stickyness. I have the windows wide open to try and tempt a breeze through the Boarding House but it does not seem to want to cow cowo work with me! I miss being in the field sometimes, like when I were a lass. Even when it got so hot and the air felt so heavy it were hard to breathe, I liked that feeling. The feeling of working so hard that you're pushed to dig down deep and find strength way down in your bones that you didn't know you had. The Boarding House keeps me plenty busy, but it's easier work in some ways.
I had a strange trip into town yesterday. I were walking among the streets as I always do, passing the market and the Prancing Pony, when I saw Emory coming out of a doorway. He were down the street a ways, so he didn't see me, but I stopped and ducked behind a waggon to be safe. I watched until he'd gone out of my sight. Then I went to inspect the door he'd come out of. It looked like some kind of shop, maybe, but the windows was covered in dark curtains and there were no sign of what the place might be. He looked rather thin to me, even though I hadn't seen him up close.
And after that, I felt a bit scatter-headed and just walked on, trying to put my thoughts back together on where I were going and what for. I stopped at the market and were looking over some seed-bread when I felt someone brush up against me from behind. Not heavy, just a light touch, so I thought it were accidental, but I turned to look anyway. And then I knew it were no accident, as there were a lady there, looking straight at me in a way that said she knew me somehow. She were very pretty, with brown waves of hair and a dress like a flower, all white and yellow. I didn't know her, so I didn't say anything or smile or anything. I just looked at her. The look on her face were not a nice one. That is, she almost seemed to be smiling, but it were not a nice smile. She stood thus for a moment or two, then slowly turned and moved on into the street and out of sight.
Who on earth were she?
Between seeing Emory, and seeing this curious lady, that put me off entirely from finishing what I set out to do. I came home today without going all the way to where I meant to go in the first place. But I will go tomorrow.
