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So when I woke up at 10 a.m., instead of rolling onto my other side and going back to sleep, I threw off the covers and did my exercises and got up and had breakfast. Thus I was awake and relatively limber when the garage tenant came by at 11, and got my laundry out on the line by 12:30, so go me. Took my books back to the library, picked up a hold, had a latte and, virtuously, a single financier at Ninetails. French financiers are mini poundcakes and I normally get two but, well, virtue. Bought a bunch of veg at the greengrocers to make stirfry and then caved to temptation and had a Singapore Sling at the Manning patio, followed by a roast beef sandwich, and that was dinner. Though dinner would have better been the tomato and avocado sandwich I'd been planning on.
I've had one of my philodendrons out on the porch table during the summer. It's the one I transplanted my cutting into and I wanted to encourage the thing. But something-- squirrels, I assume-- started digging in the dirt, which is not good for cuttings. Moved it to a smaller table by the front door, more difficult of access, but three days later it's spilling dirt again so I brought it inside. It's a pity, because next week is set to be another of those warm weeks we've been getting once a month since April-- though August was just a day or two IIRC. I'm sure Phil would have enjoyed the mellow September sun since it doesn't get much during the rest of the year.
Given that this is the fourth summer I haven't worked, it's odd that this year the old August work topoi suddenly come back to me. Possibly because the August allergies are worse this year than any recent ones that I recall. The runny nose, the scratchy throat, the gunky eyes: and then the wasps, a chronic source of angst at work, at this time of year. The Palmerston greengrocers have taken to wrapping all their outdoor offerings in shrink wrap bar a box of blueberries left uncovered to divert the wasps. The Manning ones just let them buzz where they will, which is antsy-making. Wasps don't lay eggs in fruit, do they, like flies in shit? But even so, I dislike insects walking over my food.
I've had one of my philodendrons out on the porch table during the summer. It's the one I transplanted my cutting into and I wanted to encourage the thing. But something-- squirrels, I assume-- started digging in the dirt, which is not good for cuttings. Moved it to a smaller table by the front door, more difficult of access, but three days later it's spilling dirt again so I brought it inside. It's a pity, because next week is set to be another of those warm weeks we've been getting once a month since April-- though August was just a day or two IIRC. I'm sure Phil would have enjoyed the mellow September sun since it doesn't get much during the rest of the year.
Given that this is the fourth summer I haven't worked, it's odd that this year the old August work topoi suddenly come back to me. Possibly because the August allergies are worse this year than any recent ones that I recall. The runny nose, the scratchy throat, the gunky eyes: and then the wasps, a chronic source of angst at work, at this time of year. The Palmerston greengrocers have taken to wrapping all their outdoor offerings in shrink wrap bar a box of blueberries left uncovered to divert the wasps. The Manning ones just let them buzz where they will, which is antsy-making. Wasps don't lay eggs in fruit, do they, like flies in shit? But even so, I dislike insects walking over my food.