an odium of gulls
well, the sun is out. i'm thinking tomorrow might be the day for the year's first swim in the sea.
lately, mostly all i've been doing is reading. book after book.. it's always comfortable inside a book, and the weight of all the things to do doesn't carry over into that world.
but i have some interesting things i could and should be doing. and also some less interesting things. but the one i'm most looking forward too has to do with many many animals and many many folk tales. but i shan't speak of it until i know for sure.
sometimes, i realise i seem very unenthusiastic about work things.. but i'd say i am optimistic-but-realistic. so many things eventually come to nothing.. or something slightly less than was intended, which is okay, but so, it seems silly to get excited at the very first mention of something great. yes, 'tis great, but let's wait.
polish friend anna says she prefers to get excited so at least she can enjoy that moment, even if the thing never becomes a thing, at least she enjoyed that moment.
and then i feel silly because maybe she is right.
anyway. i don't work hard enough. i know that.
meanwhile, seagulls.
seagulls, seriously, make me quite angry. fox friend was sleeping in the garden in the sun the other day. perfect for a photograph, all gleaming golden and his eyes catching the light, but as soon as i lifted the camera the damn buggery seagulls suddenly came down and dive-bombed him for no reason. just spite. malicious. last week they stole his bonio! always bullysome and ugly with their mean massive beaks. and yesterday trying to feed the magpies bananas, the seagulls stole those too.
lately, mostly all i've been doing is reading. book after book.. it's always comfortable inside a book, and the weight of all the things to do doesn't carry over into that world.
but i have some interesting things i could and should be doing. and also some less interesting things. but the one i'm most looking forward too has to do with many many animals and many many folk tales. but i shan't speak of it until i know for sure.
sometimes, i realise i seem very unenthusiastic about work things.. but i'd say i am optimistic-but-realistic. so many things eventually come to nothing.. or something slightly less than was intended, which is okay, but so, it seems silly to get excited at the very first mention of something great. yes, 'tis great, but let's wait.
polish friend anna says she prefers to get excited so at least she can enjoy that moment, even if the thing never becomes a thing, at least she enjoyed that moment.
and then i feel silly because maybe she is right.
anyway. i don't work hard enough. i know that.
meanwhile, seagulls.
seagulls, seriously, make me quite angry. fox friend was sleeping in the garden in the sun the other day. perfect for a photograph, all gleaming golden and his eyes catching the light, but as soon as i lifted the camera the damn buggery seagulls suddenly came down and dive-bombed him for no reason. just spite. malicious. last week they stole his bonio! always bullysome and ugly with their mean massive beaks. and yesterday trying to feed the magpies bananas, the seagulls stole those too.