Rain in Spain

It's not actually raining, just metaphorically. Paco has announced he is leaving for France in September to embark on a six month cooking course.
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.

Watch out Ryanair, the ladies are coming...

Much excitement in the guitar group yesterday because Edith de France and Maria de Andalucia are also in a choir "Arena del Camino" and they fly from Reus to Paris this morning and onwards to Caudebec-les-ElBeuf or something like that. They are partaking in a concert and so while Jordi is going "Caya caya" (shut up, shut up) Edith and Maria are shouting above our little circle of guitar players. "What if the costumes don't get there?" "Do you know all the songs by memory," and "Oh my back, oh my back, it hurts," followed by Jordi giving up and "Hostia! a concert not a wedding?". While Raul on my right who has given up his job running a sweetie shop in Reus because it interefered too much with his guitar classes and the group, and quite frankly
,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.

Negros Pinares - Coro Rociero "ARENA DEL CAMINO"

Y hubo alguien - Coro Rociero "ARENA DEL CAMINO"

Andrew York - Woven World - Gitarrissimo, Oberhausen Germany

Knight nose

Jordi and Edith de France( she has her class before me) gave me great greetings at guitar class which was surprisingly nice having crawled out from underneath the patchwork blanket where I have been hibernating for a week. I have to concentrate now, says Jordi. It is not enough just to play anymore. I have to build a repertoire so I can play for twenty minutes in front of an audience. I have to go up a step in the never ending staircase. Then, after class he smoked a cigarette under the bright sky and we compared stomach loss. Well, not literally but we are both on the same quest to banish stomach overhang.
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.

Tones

I'm in Manga Studio and still can't work out how to export in colour. When I save the drawing it automatically goes to black and white 600dpi. I've also discovered a vast library in the software which explains the appearance of a pile of seafood...or underwater scene, depending on your tastes. I mean I wasn't thinking of seafood but it seemed preferable to the usual assortment of flowery images and anime stuff that comes with such programmes.

I am listening to Donovan on the headphones.

Once in a moon

Alice who used to be Frank is in a royal snit because everybody forgot her sixty fifth birthday. Oh dear, first time I've done that.
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.