been cleaning and cleaning. Heating
with wood leaves a lot of dust on everything.
There are places that haven't seen the
duster since last summer. Shocking,
and a bit disgusting too.
Then I thought I'd listen to a little music and got completley engrossed in the music I love, on youtube. I heard Ron Sexsmith play at open stages in Toronto, a truly great person and delightful artist. I hadn't heard him play live for years and then I stumbled into a recording of Ron Sexsmith and Dawn Kinnard playing a Dylan cover in London, England - magnificent!
I should bake bread today. Perhaps I will, perhaps I will not. I plan on wandering through the day, taking up tasks and laying them down in random patterns. It is a dangerous pleasure, to live without conscious intent. It is a day of indulgence.
The sun was shining this morning, but here it is nearly time for the midday meal and the clouds have taken over the sky. More rain, and perhaps even a little bit of snow on the way. The gardens appreciate all this sentimental weather. Whatever is good for the gardens is good for me.
This is a short entry, as I just felt like casting aside the cleaning rags and then I wandered onto this page.
|RECIPES :: Cast
The Beautiful Intruder.
Talking with the Angel
On The Screen
Jeeves & Wooster
based on the writing of P. G. Wodehouse, with Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie
"Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality."
William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 52 %
Wind: 4 km/h
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