oh gosh it got late

Diarish: various putterings about, today, with vague gestures toward housework and doing a lot more science (not, of course, that I am anywhere close to done yet, or at least not as close to done as I'd like to be given that it's very definitely my bedtime). The rest of the fennel seed heads are spread out on some ancestral linen on the floor of the study to dry; I used my grandmother's secateurs to chop some dead sunflowers down to a vaguely transportable size; I fed my mother some Potitze, and we played Scrabble with a set liberated from the mouldering ancestral pile; my parents took us out to dinner and I might finally have got the Turkish for "leaf" (yaprak) into active vocab by dint of finally recognising it as a constituent part of a menu item. We talked, over dinner, about the amount of time Papa Hase spent in Turkey; both he and Mama spoke Turkish. Threads of continuity.