2010 — 16 April: Friday
I realise it's just my low sense of humour, and I ought to be ashamed of it, but this piece ("Tories publish first ever hard-back edition of the Daily Mail") made me giggle. Click the pic:
I see a note in my kitchen diary hinting at the possibility of a walk later today, so I await my marching orders. Meanwhile Big Bro has commented on the incoming cloud of volcanic ash: It is very corrosive stuff and should perchance you get a sprinkle then soft water wash only! Will be good for the garden and the railways! What railways? Despite the lure of a vintage (1979) Roxy Music set at the Hammersmith Odeon on BBC 6Music I think I shall call it a night even before midnight. I must be getting old, Christa!
G'night.
Clawing free..
... from the clutches of Morpheus (no, Mama, not morphine) at just shy of 09:30 I'm now shovelling in breakfast and will then assemble a packed lunch as fast as my fingers permit. New Alresford golf course beckons. I'm trusting the clouds I can see are not too ashen.
Isn't it nice and quiet without aircraft?
Back at the ranch...
... some six miles later (the duck pate was fine, but adding the smoked cheddar wasn't the tastiest manoeuvre), freshly showered, and equipped with a trio of giant chocolate chip cookies, I'm considering going in search of a playmate or two. The sun is still shining out of an unashen blue sky. It's 14:37, give or take.
Some while later...
... the chocolate chip cookies are a distant memory, the evening meal a rather more recent one, and I'm now puttering away trying to restore my ability to run the BBC's iPlayer in the wake of my having blocked and/or disabled something crucial but obscure.1 And Mike sent over one of today's peacocks:
Compare and contrast with my Marbled White of nearly three years ago. I was obviously still on 405-line VHF black & white! It's now 19:58 and the sky looks slightly ashen. (I jest.)
Later still
Turns out getting the plasma screen to "play nice" with the iMac is merely a matter of making sure it's hooked up before powering everything on rather than trying to bring it into the game late (as it were). So I was able to play Ian's musical animation files on the large screen. Since then, I've been enjoying both the noodling of William Orbit and the latest set of "speculations about this and that" by Martin Gardner. Pretty cool for a 94-year-old living in what's coyly referred to as an Assisted Living Facility. It's somehow become 23:14 and I've decided to start systematically working my way through my DVD library to sort out what I've watched, what I haven't watched, and what gets to stay or go — all in the name of lebensraum of course. I've also promised to let Mike know when we watched various titles together. That's going to be trickier.
There was a lovely thin crescent moon outside last time I looked... But now I'm well overdue my next cuppa.