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Reset Forty, Day Thirty-One
May. 9th, 2022 04:03 amSunday managed to live up to its name, at least in the afternoon, when the sun shared the sky with big white clouds. Much birdsong was emitted, and despite being short of sleep once again I found the latter part of the day pleasant enough. More tasks got done: the last of the ceiling cobwebs came down, the kitchen floor was cleaned, as were the fronts of the drawers and cabinets (don't open them though) and the various goods that won't fit in the cupboards were sorted by kind into bags and the bags rearranged on the living room floor to take up only half as much space as they took before.
More must be done after I get up today, but the major goal is to get that phone call made. Money is waiting to be claimed, but arrangements must first be arranged. It's, as they say, complicated. Complication displeases me, but there it is. And I need to get this stuff done so I'll be ready for plumbing day on Tuesday. But today and Tuesday have thrown a curve. Today there is a 76% chance of rain, which will drop to 48% Tuesday. The wet, though surely welcome, is another possible complication. Monday and Tuesday are the wheelie bin days, and I hate to get rained on when either taking the bin out or bringing it back. But I guess it's out of my hands.
This little two-day ghost of winter is soon to be replaced by a dragon's breath. The upcoming weekend will bring highs in the nineties. In fact we're looking at four consecutive days in the nineties, followed by days on end in the eighties. June has decided to arrive a month early, it seems. I feel bad for May, getting crowded out by her hot younger sister. But I guess that's what she gets for having horned in on poor old April's party.
If my brain decides to make up for lost sleep today, the afternoon could get a bit tight. I need at least a couple of hours after getting up to prepare myself for the phone call, phone calls being rather onerous things to me. Then there are all those other mundane tasks involving various material objects requiring attention. Attention is a thing I don't have in surplus. I don't know what will remain of the day once I do as much as I can do. I don't know what will remain of me, either.
To prepare my self for sleep that I hope will be actually restful, I've been listening to this nice piece of music by a young Brazilian guitarist named Plínio Fernandes, playing a pleasant song from 1961 called Assanhado, composed and originally recorded by Jacob do Bandolim. It's not a Bossa Nova, but it harks back to that rich era in Brazilian music. As old as the song is, it was new to me when I stumbled upon it Sunday afternoon, and I'm very glad to have done so. I find it both relaxing (even though the title translates as "excited") and quite delightful.
More must be done after I get up today, but the major goal is to get that phone call made. Money is waiting to be claimed, but arrangements must first be arranged. It's, as they say, complicated. Complication displeases me, but there it is. And I need to get this stuff done so I'll be ready for plumbing day on Tuesday. But today and Tuesday have thrown a curve. Today there is a 76% chance of rain, which will drop to 48% Tuesday. The wet, though surely welcome, is another possible complication. Monday and Tuesday are the wheelie bin days, and I hate to get rained on when either taking the bin out or bringing it back. But I guess it's out of my hands.
This little two-day ghost of winter is soon to be replaced by a dragon's breath. The upcoming weekend will bring highs in the nineties. In fact we're looking at four consecutive days in the nineties, followed by days on end in the eighties. June has decided to arrive a month early, it seems. I feel bad for May, getting crowded out by her hot younger sister. But I guess that's what she gets for having horned in on poor old April's party.
If my brain decides to make up for lost sleep today, the afternoon could get a bit tight. I need at least a couple of hours after getting up to prepare myself for the phone call, phone calls being rather onerous things to me. Then there are all those other mundane tasks involving various material objects requiring attention. Attention is a thing I don't have in surplus. I don't know what will remain of the day once I do as much as I can do. I don't know what will remain of me, either.
To prepare my self for sleep that I hope will be actually restful, I've been listening to this nice piece of music by a young Brazilian guitarist named Plínio Fernandes, playing a pleasant song from 1961 called Assanhado, composed and originally recorded by Jacob do Bandolim. It's not a Bossa Nova, but it harks back to that rich era in Brazilian music. As old as the song is, it was new to me when I stumbled upon it Sunday afternoon, and I'm very glad to have done so. I find it both relaxing (even though the title translates as "excited") and quite delightful.
