2009 — 17 September: Thursday
Is it my imagination, or has it turned rather autumnal in the last couple of days? No matter — that's what quilts are for. I've been watching my new Blu-ray of that lovely tosh Serenity but I'm now chilling with "Late Junction" and gently pondering what to do for the packed lunch on the walk later today.
Tonight's picture of Christa is from the summer of 1984:
There seems to be a lot of Arvo Pärt on BBC Radio 3 at the moment, not that I'm complaining. G'night.
A bright start
At 08:16 the sun is blazing away at my grapes, but the northern side of the house is distinctly chillier. Where's that cuppa?
"Somewhere down the crazy river..."
It seems meddlers have finally improved Harry Beck's classic London Underground map by removing the river Thames from it. So, no more floods then? Not a good idea, chaps! (Source.)
Right! It's 09:15, breakfast is, as it were, on the go, there's a quick packed lunch to pack, and an open road out there waiting to be hit. Who knows where it may lead? Watch this space.
Farewell, alas, to Henry Gibson. I did enjoy his appearances on "Rowan and Martin's Laugh-in", but am horrified to think how long ago that was now. The NYT obit.
Seven miles along and around the river Itchen, not too much mud, the firing range in obvious use, the motorway ever noisy, lunch at the furthest point, and now back at home thinking about a small list of tasks ahead of tonight's show. Better fit a shower into that list, too. It's 14:43 and Mr Postie has dropped a little something behind the venetian blinds for me. I also have as much snail mail from my bank as I do scam emails purportedly from them. How very hard people work to avoid work.
Before you know it...
... it's 16:57, two more bags of stuff are at the tip,1 an IBM ex-editor has been waved at, another bag of foodstuff has been dispersed between the fridge and various other caches, ERNIE's tiny little bounty for the month is on its way to my virtual bank account, there's a fresh cuppa at hand, half a grapefruit has been tastily input, the evening meal decided on, and (at last!) I have a moment or two to put my feet up (as it were). What an exciting life, heh?