OK. Today I bullied my kids into finishing all of (youngest) or most (eldest) their homework. YEAH FOR THAT!
I finished the Murakami book I was reading in Catalan and LOVED it. Funny and weird and amazing and deep and wonderful.
Drawing went much better today, painting: ok.
A friend from work came over and we did a mass of work in the garden, I'm hoping that the rose bushes will survive, I am a wee bit nervous. I know they have to be cut back, sometimes harshly, and in TO I know when to do it, after the lilacs bloom, but here? Not so sure. Cross your fingers for them, OK? And for me too, cause if they die on my watch a whole lot of the old ladies on the street, who've lived here and picked some of those roses for their ENTIRE lives will never ever ever forgive me.
We had friends over yesterday, and another friend dropped in today. Quite charming all around!
Tomorrow a visit with more friends, at their finca in the mountains. Triple sweet that one. So looking forward to it.
Ate well too. I made a warm potatoe salad for lunch with a mustard vinegrete and raw carrots and for dinner we had brown rice with soy sauce, which I had SO been craving and a mass of roast veggies, sweet pataters, parsnips, onions and brussel sprouts (those weren't roasted, but grilled with butter, salt and pepper at the end.) MMMMMMmmmmmmmm.
Well, a new book, and then bed.