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desperanceToday? Is the first day this week that I have not Wrestled in Vain with my Linux-fu. And I feel much happier as a result. I shall not Wrestle in Vain tomorrow, either; Wrestling in Vain is hereby postponed until Monday.
So far, today has been full of pleasant experiences instead. I rose betimes, and answered the phone when it rang and that was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler and shewhomust, calling from Chicago, just prior to boarding a train for a 50-hour trip which should turn them up in San Francisco on Monday; and then I noodled about with K until 9.30, when I left her to enjoy an hour alone while I pootled down to the farmers' market. Where I bought many things of many colours: greenstuff (basil and fenugreek and mixed bitter leaves and mixed sweet leaves) and yellowstuff (tomatoes) and brownstuff (eggs) and orangestuff (little oranges) and living greenstuff (coriander cilantro and parsley and lavender and mint and mâche corn salad) and greenish-golden stuff (organic first-press extra virgin olive oil from Just Over Yonder - saints above, but I do love farmers' markets) and possibly other stuffs that I have forgotten.
Yesterday K sent me out into thegarden yard to work off some stresses, and I planted out my chillies and tomatoes and various seeds possibly up to a month too early, and they're probably all going to die. But I had a nice chat with Emily at the herb stall, and all of these should be fine, so they're going out imminently.
And then K and I went to the dump, which was a whole new experience for me; and then we had lunch at Hobee's, as we do, and zoomed down to Palo Alto to collect our newly framed artworks. One is for me, a fabulous Klimt vulture byursulav, and the other is of me, or mostly of the Lit & Phil and other people but. It was painted live from the library gallery by Emma Holliday while I interviewed Val below about her most recent book and Life In General. Val has the original, and I gave K a limited-edition print of one. Which she wants to hang in the living-room above the TV, absolutely slap-bang centre of the house, so that I am constantly looking at myself. Except that of course what I see is the Lit & Phil which I love, and Val whom I love, and the work of an artist I love, and like that. So that's okay. And the vulture I get to hang here in my study and gaze at constantly while I work. So that's okay too.
And now K is napping on the sofa, mostly I think because the boys are napping on separate beds so there's not one free right now. This is probably the perfect time for me to put a cap on and go out into the garden and make mud.
So far, today has been full of pleasant experiences instead. I rose betimes, and answered the phone when it rang and that was
durham_rambler and shewhomust, calling from Chicago, just prior to boarding a train for a 50-hour trip which should turn them up in San Francisco on Monday; and then I noodled about with K until 9.30, when I left her to enjoy an hour alone while I pootled down to the farmers' market. Where I bought many things of many colours: greenstuff (basil and fenugreek and mixed bitter leaves and mixed sweet leaves) and yellowstuff (tomatoes) and brownstuff (eggs) and orangestuff (little oranges) and living greenstuff (Yesterday K sent me out into the
And then K and I went to the dump, which was a whole new experience for me; and then we had lunch at Hobee's, as we do, and zoomed down to Palo Alto to collect our newly framed artworks. One is for me, a fabulous Klimt vulture by
ursulav, and the other is of me, or mostly of the Lit & Phil and other people but. It was painted live from the library gallery by Emma Holliday while I interviewed Val below about her most recent book and Life In General. Val has the original, and I gave K a limited-edition print of one. Which she wants to hang in the living-room above the TV, absolutely slap-bang centre of the house, so that I am constantly looking at myself. Except that of course what I see is the Lit & Phil which I love, and Val whom I love, and the work of an artist I love, and like that. So that's okay. And the vulture I get to hang here in my study and gaze at constantly while I work. So that's okay too.And now K is napping on the sofa, mostly I think because the boys are napping on separate beds so there's not one free right now. This is probably the perfect time for me to put a cap on and go out into the garden and make mud.