Hello, this is me, reporting for duty and writing up the last 24 hours. I’m not sure what the time is, but it feels like things have happened that I need to make known, even if no one is listening.
Yesterday I experienced a sudden craving as I walked past my car from the compost bin. It was all I could do not to fling myself into it, (the car, not the compost bin), and set out on a meandering, undefined drive. I pulled myself back from the brink and carried on into the house. To take myself out of the mundane, I arranged a tea party for the bubble mates, in this instance the pliable, willing ones, and soon Rona, Con and I were set in front of the shattered remains of my feijoa cake, with bone china tinkling all around us.
The best thing was, I didn’t have to share the cake, because Rona’s on a diet, and Con has an allergy to feijoas. Perfect.
That got me out of my funk, and soon I was listening to more audiobook (Dorothy Dunnett!! Amazing stories). If you like complex, intense, historical dramas, then these are the series for you.
I sat on the front porch and watched the passersby with interest. It’s getting to be the best spot in the house. Made a delicious little pork dinner with egg plant, carrots, beetroot, tahini:
and best of all, set off in a clear balmy evening to continue my challenge of cycling every street in the neighbourhood. The dark blue marks last night’s ramble under the light of a 3/4 moon.
This morning I woke up gradually to the impression that it was Monday. So I went for a walk, and passed a very creative endeavour by one of the local families. An ‘I Spy’ Tree, full of goodies and children’s toys, and a child’s sign up with what to look for.
I’ve posted it to our local FB page, so that more children can go and guess.
The clock above my head in the studio, after six months of saying the wrong time, is now correct, and sadly I realise I’ve lost most of the day without any constructive work done. Oh wait, I did an hour of work for the University this morning, so that counts, right?
I’ve been to the supermarket, and was hysterical with joy to find no queue there. I could go straight in! How amazingly life has changed since I took such things for granted. I didn’t wear my mask, but thought about it:
Now I’m home again, and ready to face the evening already. Stay safe, will speak to you again soon.
You even managed to catch some sparkly green UFOs over the Sky Tower! Love the Eye Spy Tree.
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Isn’t it a great idea!
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Love Dorothy Dunnett’s The Lymon Chonicles. Stay safe.
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