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Warm September leads to brain melt. Dentist calls with an opening for tomorrow at 11:45, I say ok, half an hour later am unsure if it's 11:45 or 12:45 or surely not 10:45. Tomorrow is also garbage day so hope the trucks come at their usual 9-something and the street is clear by 10:45.
Warm September also makes things hurt, but filled a third bag with seedlings and dragged them all to the front sidewalk.
Finished Weirdstone, am reading Gomrath, finished Charles Lenox 3 and started on 4. Desultorily reading a collection of Chinese cheng'yu, (usually) four character proverbs, idioms, sayings, whatever. These are about plants; I have other volumes for animals etc. Won't remember them but at least I've seen them once. Of course reading them suggests I should start reviewing kanji yet again because of the 'dammit I *know* that one but can't remember its meaning' factor (which is always different in Chinese but-of-course.) But warm September: can't be arsed.
Here in the autumn Ghost Tide I'm taken back almost 60 years to first year uni. I wish I'd kept my Fine Arts textbooks-- and can't think why I'd have abandoned them-- because I'm all kinds of nostalgic for black figure pottery and archaic Greek statuary. Though, when I google, I find several kouroi and korai that hadn't been discovered back in '67. Semper aliquid novum, I suppose.
Warm September also makes things hurt, but filled a third bag with seedlings and dragged them all to the front sidewalk.
Finished Weirdstone, am reading Gomrath, finished Charles Lenox 3 and started on 4. Desultorily reading a collection of Chinese cheng'yu, (usually) four character proverbs, idioms, sayings, whatever. These are about plants; I have other volumes for animals etc. Won't remember them but at least I've seen them once. Of course reading them suggests I should start reviewing kanji yet again because of the 'dammit I *know* that one but can't remember its meaning' factor (which is always different in Chinese but-of-course.) But warm September: can't be arsed.
Here in the autumn Ghost Tide I'm taken back almost 60 years to first year uni. I wish I'd kept my Fine Arts textbooks-- and can't think why I'd have abandoned them-- because I'm all kinds of nostalgic for black figure pottery and archaic Greek statuary. Though, when I google, I find several kouroi and korai that hadn't been discovered back in '67. Semper aliquid novum, I suppose.