I am making a start on this post on Monday morning - very tired after a night out for a friend's wedding. It was a lovely evening, I have to admit it. You see, I would have liked to stay at home, doing what I like doing most on a Sunday afternoon. It was an intercultural wedding and there was a mix of ceilidh dancing and bhangra dancing. Lots of gorgeous saris and colourful dresses to admire. Richard was dancing like he enjoyed it, which was a bit of a surprise. Ah well, there's always something ne to discover in a partner of 20 years.
Anyway, here I am, tired and not at all ready for a long working week. I have a couple of recordings scheduled but they can wait. Last week, I bored myself half to death while recording a lecture that was (shall we be kind) rather dry.
I noticed that commenting on blogs is a bit hit and miss at the moment. I have been unable to leave comments on all TypePad blogs and most WordPress blogs, as well as a few Blogger blogs. I know some of you are unable to leave comments on my blog, too. Thanks for taking the time to email me about this, it is good to hear that you are still out there. With blogging, I particularly enjoy the interactions with my readers or other bloggers by means of comments. It is a bit frustrating and it might be time to clear browser history and cookies, it sometimes helps. Fingers crossed.
By now we are halfway through Tuesday.... fully recovered from my late Sunday night. It is just beautiful outside. The green is so very intense, it almost hurts they eye. In a good way, I love the saturated greens of late spring and I long to spend more time outside. In the meantime, my office window opens up to a great expanse of green with lots of tall trees shrubs and meadow. The air is saturated with insects of all kinds buzzing from here to there, no air traffic control of any kind. I am easily distracted. I pushed my bike through the woods today to slow down and take in the colours and sounds. Lovely.
There is a promise of pears, apples, plums and possibly even quince on our fruit trees. The quince is in full bloom and the weather is kind enough for pollinators. I am hopeful for this new still tiny quince tree. It is a late flowering variety, which might increase the chance of producing fruit. It is in on of the more sheltered positions of our garden. Mind you, the winds in the West of Scotland are fierce and frequent.
Inside the house, pure chaos. Annie is on study leave but only has one exam left - in two weeks time. Sam has finished term, no exams and no daytime job (he works three long evening shifts as dishwasher). Two teenagers in the house and not one able to wipe up crumbs or other detritus.... I have written a list of chores this morning before heading off to work. There's to hope. I just heard that Annie has given the car a deep clean - for money of course. I don't care much for a clean car and my preference would be a deep cleaned kitchen but it is a beginning. It transpires that Richard had to give someone a lift last weekend, causing him great embarrassment.
I am completely obsessed with my postage stamp quilt and I am making time to sew one block a day. It is a bit ambitious but if I ignore the crumbs on the floor or outsource the hoovering, entirely do-able. Each block is composed of 32 squares (8x4). I need about thirty for a quilt that covers a single bed generously. I haven't actually measured anything, just eyeballed the bed and arranged blocks on the floor.
I am also completely obsessed by Our World in Data. I could spend hours and hours there and I am lucky enough that I can, for work.
Some challenging behaviour in the house. I can almost smell the surge of testosterone in my two youngest and random outbursts of anger are common. I am practicing stoicism. It is quite comical when a small person stands in front of you, arms crossed and glaring. I may change my mind about that once they tower over me....
Nothing else to report really, life is trundling along beautifully. Thanks for stopping by and saying hello (if your platform allows you to). xx