Holidays continue, self-consciously loafing. Took in the Max Jacob at Ceret, very taken with his astrological readings and their strange beauty.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Sunday 15 September 2024
16 09 2024
Monday 9 September 2024
10 09 2024
Waiting for the gas man.
Bob in the UK so sheet washing and drying and ironing devolve to me. ALL visitors gone! Several empty houses, one of which I have relocated to, so it feels like a holiday.
All garden produce has to be cleaned, chopped, preserved.
So that was yesterday (very first world probs) and today is the gas man.
Was going to persevere with Hobbes, Lock and that lot but found a nice Graham Greene... this is my holiday.
Thursday 5 September 2024
05 09 2024
Butterfly finished, ditto centipede... fairly inert here, overwhelmed by writing stuff so paralysed by it, Bruno still visiting -weather on the turn. I'm as confused as the rest of the wildlife.
Wednesday 4 September 2024
04 09 2024