Vexed and troubled Englishmen's female descendant
Wednesday, May 31st, 2017 09:48 pm1. Three days of cloudburst and storm and heavy pressure, and both knees very unhappy. Cortisone is no match for mug, evidently.
2. My rain gaiters are the latest in the Vanished Objects dep't, unless they're at work in some unexpected place. But I suspect I left them in my pannier justincase, and someone took them from same.
3. One of my two under the kitchen cabinet fluorescents died. Took it to the oyaji at Weiner's who tells me it's a gro-light and they don't have them. Oh well, let's get a proper daylight fluorescent then. Put it in and shrink from THE LIGHT THE LIGHT IT BURNS MY PRECIOUSSS... The other tube gives a soft greyish-white light; a daylight bulb, yes, but Sylvania. This harsh atom-bomb glare is Phillips. The gro-light was a cheery soft pink and I miss it. But the Phillips does show where the dirt is, certainly.
4. Went out to do some fast gardening. Keep telling myself to put on garden shoes, not just traipse out in my Birks. Never do. Will from now on. Long grass hid some critter's poo and it got into the cracks of the Birkenstock's sole. Maybe they'll be dry by tomorrow but don't bet on it.
( Wednesday again )
2. My rain gaiters are the latest in the Vanished Objects dep't, unless they're at work in some unexpected place. But I suspect I left them in my pannier justincase, and someone took them from same.
3. One of my two under the kitchen cabinet fluorescents died. Took it to the oyaji at Weiner's who tells me it's a gro-light and they don't have them. Oh well, let's get a proper daylight fluorescent then. Put it in and shrink from THE LIGHT THE LIGHT IT BURNS MY PRECIOUSSS... The other tube gives a soft greyish-white light; a daylight bulb, yes, but Sylvania. This harsh atom-bomb glare is Phillips. The gro-light was a cheery soft pink and I miss it. But the Phillips does show where the dirt is, certainly.
4. Went out to do some fast gardening. Keep telling myself to put on garden shoes, not just traipse out in my Birks. Never do. Will from now on. Long grass hid some critter's poo and it got into the cracks of the Birkenstock's sole. Maybe they'll be dry by tomorrow but don't bet on it.
( Wednesday again )
