First, thank you for your assist with books that might be cheery and funny, and if any more thoughts come to mind, I'd be happy to hear them
The second thing. I was gardening today, and well aware of the glory of the opportunity to garden on January 30th. JANUARY gardening! In a long-sleeved shirt and no jacket!
Life is sweet.
This gardening job wasn't so sweet though. The lady who lived here before us planted a lovely garden plant. Green year round, excellent as a fence as every single solitary leaf was COVERED in prickles, and so aggressive that it would stop and avalanche. Seriously, if you have a slope you're worried about, I have the plant for you, plant three, and two years later the entire slope would bring a modern tractor and plow to its knees.
I was using an axe. I kid you not, I'm not sure how many people have had to use an axe to cut a hole to stick a plant in. It takes about half an hour to get a whole a little bigger than a coffee cup.
I am a wee bit achey this evening from the three hours I put in.
Back when we got our house in TO, the first we had owned it had a lovely garden, somewhat neglected when we inherited it. The first year I pretty much let things grow and see what appeared, only removing the worst of the weeds. The second year I was a little more aggressive and by the end I was con.fi.dent. I was, however, used to gardening with packs of little kids around. Everywhere I went there were packs of little kids. It is a lovely way to garden, you putter a bit here, chat a bit there, putter a bit over there, chat over here. No intensity, no chance to get bored.
I wasn't sure I would like gardening without a pack of little kids.
Glad to say I do. Though I did gather up youngest who came out to watch the excitement, and the man for a while, who eventually couldn't stand to watch me swinging the axe anymore and left, plus a little kid down the street who joined me for a bit. She seems entranced by the garden, which is lovely. I should get her to help me in a bit. Give her a little patch of her own to work. I'll have to dig all those darned roots out before I do or she'll weep.
The third thing was about images. I had a lovely time talking on Skype with a couple of people today, but was frustrated at times. I was frsutrated because when the signal weakened, or if they moved fast, the most astonishing and fascinating images appeared on the screen for nano-seconds. Weird alter images, some nearly monsterous, at one point there were double images one in colour and the other in a sort of wiggled line drawing like a creature from another universe. The lines being bends in the image of the items behind where the person was (not). I SO want to paint with some of those images to begin from.
Here and now, I have to figure out how to record skype video conversations. Here and now. Then I can freeze at the cool bits and work onwards from there.