What a day. Spent much of it communicating with Deirdre's lot - merry little discussion on suicide/depression/mental illness. Interesting though. Couldn't get Blogger. (Our engineers are working on it.) Did finally, write a post and promptly lost it. Nothing much to say anyway - Granny has been lying on a sofa most of the afternoon with a hot head contemplating a two inch long scar on her upper forearm - delicate pink, shiny, puckered at the edges, surprisingly pretty; a cook's trophy; she always has some of these, if not so big, acquired from shelves in hot ovens. She knows to run them under a cold tap, instantly, so they don't hurt.
Another Calima - hot wind, hot air - 32 Centigrade -probably the reason for Granny's hot head. Some kind of malaise anyway. And she's running out of (new) reading matter. A DISASTER. The only good news - for her - why should it be for anyone else?- is that thanks to the wonders of technology she has been able to set up shop, computer, internet, in a new space, the office, instead of the kitchen; this approximates to a room of her own, even if the shelves above her are full of books with titles like Teach yourself logic/calculus/trigonometry or Henley's Formulas for Home and Workshop or On being a Machine. Not exactly light fiction. But she can play opera loudly, without upsetting Beloved or anyone else. Not that her head encourages that at the moment. But give her time.
Nice blog. You've a bit of a stammer though - bloody blogger.
ReplyDeleteI've still got a scar as the result of a little carelessness in the vicinity of the oven.
ReplyDeleteA BIG congratulations on finding space to play opera loudly ... I'm not an opera fan .... I prefer the instumental but ... I'm still looking for the space ... especially for the loud.
Quite right Morphess. Don't know what was wrong with Blogger yesterday - it kept on saying primly 'we can't fulfill your request' or words to that effect, But evidently it did. 4 times!! Anyway I've chucked them.
ReplyDeleteBadges of honour, Omykiss. I know from your blog you're a cook too. A good one.
I like instrumental music too. But the human voice is my great love - after the the cello. So how come I've got a Mr Rochester who hates the sound of the (trained) human voice? Odd that.
Bizet's Carmen. Full blast. Heaven.
ReplyDeleteVerdi for me! ,,, but Carmen definitely has its moments..
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