Saturday, 26 March 2011
I am very bored. This is not good. This is the second day, and I dreamed of a recently departed friend who was still trying to do up his house even in the dream, and his wife was still apologising for the sheets of plywood balanced on the beams. Not for me dreams of splitting the atom or discovering DNA. Although I do have regular dreams of going through universes at mind boggling speed.
Friday, 25 March 2011
,completely messed up his tennis schedule, well, Raul is playing something from Linkin' Park of which he is an imaginary member. Mia, the post lady is beaming at everybody and finally we all somehow play our way through the unpronouncable "El Humahuaqueno" (what is it , a spirit?) and are silenced with astonishment that it actually sounded like music.
Outside, we discover the enthusiastic road crew have laid burning asphalt...everywhere.
Alice who used to be Frank phoned this morning. Royal snit pardoned, I guess.
Oh, Edith is far left and Maria sixth from left.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
It's the group tomorrow. Distinct lack of human contact during the last weeks!
Cosmos and cucumber seedlings flourishing. Grapefruit buds and teeny figs on the go. Goodbye winter.
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
I am listening to Donovan on the headphones.
Monday, 21 March 2011
I am narrowly clawing my way back from hacking, wheezing, life threatening cold.
It is the second month anniversary of the demise of Arthur. Pah!
The moon is too close.