desperance

Things we have learned this morning:

* To snatch. I went into the supermarket, and a nice woman was giving away free books - a book I actually wanted, yet - with sales of a Sunday paper (which I didn't want, but hey: £20 hardback, for the price of a paper...?). By the time I had done my lap of the supermarket and come back to the newspaper kiosk, they were all gone. I have spent a long lifetime postponing, putting off and delaying, and always losing out. I can haz impulse?

* It's good to know where your tools are. My garden (I call it that, but in reality it's a concrete yard with pots in) is so small I could keep it lovely with ten minutes' work a day. On the other hand, if it's going to take me fifteen minutes every day to find what I need to take out there...

* A cold chisel and a claw hammer are not enough to break through more-than-an-inch of concrete. I thought it was less, just a thin skin; but I have chipped and chiselled that deep down and I ain't through yet. I need heavier equipment. The last time I swung a sledge, I did serious damage to my (other) shoulder and needed cortisone injections in the end. However. I may have learned?

* I'm not very good at taking days off. Behold me, back at the keyboard. Swilling coffee, reading LJ, making posts, determinedly not writing. Yet. It's not persuasive.

Is that enough lessons for one morning? I think maybe it is.

I could go shift some books, take up some carpet. I could do that. See if I like what's underneath...