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How lovely to be able to roll back to sleep in the morning and not get up until 11:30.
Saw my first snowdrops today. Woman down Manning was raking out her side garden and there they were. Of course my understanding is that you're supposed to leave all the rotted leaf detritus from autumn for the insects to breed come warmer weather, but certain yuppies and certain elderly Italians will have no part of this. They want tidy gardens and I assume don't want insects. Hence they use leaf blowers in the fall, if yuppie, or rakes if Italian. Signora down the street has cleaned her front yard already and left the mulch out to be picked up whenever the city starts picking up garden waste, which will certainly not be this week. Which is recycling and I have disposed of a number of Japanese novels in same. I suppose I should also trun that box of Zero Sums that I discovered hiding behind the door of the downstairs front room but sufficient unto the day etc. And anyway I have a bag of doujinshi to go out. If recycle comes late I may add it to the bin.
Finished this week were a couple of Priestleys, Death Sits on the Board aka The Revenger's Tragedy, and Harvest Murder which, if it weren't in the title, would leave you wondering if anyone was murdered, or was going to be murdered, at all. Finally got through The Silver Stallion, third in my Cabell reread. I suppose I might as well reread all of these in case of FOMO, but they're much much slower than Dr. Siri, my other marathon reread of this year. I'm now wondering do I want to send these latter to a recycle place, cause like if I'm still alive in ten years maybe I might want to read them again? But they're available in ebook from the library, while Cabell isn't. Mh-- Kobo has a few titles but not the whole by any means. Ah well, shall see. There's only so much of Cabell's southern gentlemanship that one can take, and life is short.
Saw my first snowdrops today. Woman down Manning was raking out her side garden and there they were. Of course my understanding is that you're supposed to leave all the rotted leaf detritus from autumn for the insects to breed come warmer weather, but certain yuppies and certain elderly Italians will have no part of this. They want tidy gardens and I assume don't want insects. Hence they use leaf blowers in the fall, if yuppie, or rakes if Italian. Signora down the street has cleaned her front yard already and left the mulch out to be picked up whenever the city starts picking up garden waste, which will certainly not be this week. Which is recycling and I have disposed of a number of Japanese novels in same. I suppose I should also trun that box of Zero Sums that I discovered hiding behind the door of the downstairs front room but sufficient unto the day etc. And anyway I have a bag of doujinshi to go out. If recycle comes late I may add it to the bin.
Finished this week were a couple of Priestleys, Death Sits on the Board aka The Revenger's Tragedy, and Harvest Murder which, if it weren't in the title, would leave you wondering if anyone was murdered, or was going to be murdered, at all. Finally got through The Silver Stallion, third in my Cabell reread. I suppose I might as well reread all of these in case of FOMO, but they're much much slower than Dr. Siri, my other marathon reread of this year. I'm now wondering do I want to send these latter to a recycle place, cause like if I'm still alive in ten years maybe I might want to read them again? But they're available in ebook from the library, while Cabell isn't. Mh-- Kobo has a few titles but not the whole by any means. Ah well, shall see. There's only so much of Cabell's southern gentlemanship that one can take, and life is short.