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vital functions
Mar. 8th, 2020 10:55 pmReading. ( Amal el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, Daniel Kahneman, bell hooks )
Listening. TMA (surprise!). ( Read more... )
Cooking. Onion soup! Lots of salad! Pear and apple crumble!
Eating. Fancy local-to-the-bit-of-the-Alps-we-were-in honey! Raclette! Fondue!
Exploring. Lanslevillard, in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes; lots of sitting looking out the window at the mountains, some pottering, and one cable-car trip up to 2000m.
Growing. To my relief and also my very great surprise, not only had none of the seedlings died during the week away (I'd carefully hardened them off some in anticipation but wasn't sure I'd done a sufficiently good job of it) but they've mostly produced new leaves, too, which good for them.
The walnut, which I brought inside when the weather got decidedly cold a couple of weeks ago, is sprouting some new leaves for spring, and the fig's leaves are similarly feathering out of its buds where the bubble wrap's come off. The lemon still has its three leaves, bless it.
At the plot, I discovered that in fact all four of the broad beans I planted out have survived; the Ribes are starting to put out leaves; the garlic's doing enthusiastically and the shallots are struggling on. There is lots to do and I'm feeling enthusiastic about it, and also resentful about how much I'm sleeping and how little time I'm managing to spend there, but what else is new.
Observing. Lanslevillard: a raucous confection of blue tits and, I think, bullfinches, making their way back and forth between a bush of rosehips and a conifer full of pinecones.
Also: ICICLES.
Also: some charming metamorphic rocks, which are not normally my sort of thing but were in fact very fetching in the snow.
Playing. Pokémon has continued providing me with impetus to Go Out and Explore Places.
Two hours after I got off the Eurostar on Friday night, I was in a local church hall at the penultimate rehearsal for this term's concert: second horn for Mozart Overture: La Clemenza di Tito, Sibelius Pelléas and Mélisande, Bruch Romanze Opus 89 for viola and orchestra, and Beethoven Symphony No 1. Frustratingly, despite playing well in both rehearsals I'd misjudged not the amount of lip I had but my fatigue levels -- I ended up needing to lie down briefly in the Saturday afternoon rehearsal, and was just scattered and all over the place come the evening.
But: nevertheless I was playing much better than I have been; nevertheless my accuracy is improving; nevertheless I'm feeling more confident and competent. I'd still be buzzing, I think, if I'd managed to nail a couple of the exposed bits in the actual show, but such is life and here's for trying again next term.
Listening. TMA (surprise!). ( Read more... )
Cooking. Onion soup! Lots of salad! Pear and apple crumble!
Eating. Fancy local-to-the-bit-of-the-Alps-we-were-in honey! Raclette! Fondue!
Exploring. Lanslevillard, in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes; lots of sitting looking out the window at the mountains, some pottering, and one cable-car trip up to 2000m.
Growing. To my relief and also my very great surprise, not only had none of the seedlings died during the week away (I'd carefully hardened them off some in anticipation but wasn't sure I'd done a sufficiently good job of it) but they've mostly produced new leaves, too, which good for them.
The walnut, which I brought inside when the weather got decidedly cold a couple of weeks ago, is sprouting some new leaves for spring, and the fig's leaves are similarly feathering out of its buds where the bubble wrap's come off. The lemon still has its three leaves, bless it.
At the plot, I discovered that in fact all four of the broad beans I planted out have survived; the Ribes are starting to put out leaves; the garlic's doing enthusiastically and the shallots are struggling on. There is lots to do and I'm feeling enthusiastic about it, and also resentful about how much I'm sleeping and how little time I'm managing to spend there, but what else is new.
Observing. Lanslevillard: a raucous confection of blue tits and, I think, bullfinches, making their way back and forth between a bush of rosehips and a conifer full of pinecones.
Also: ICICLES.
Also: some charming metamorphic rocks, which are not normally my sort of thing but were in fact very fetching in the snow.
Playing. Pokémon has continued providing me with impetus to Go Out and Explore Places.
Two hours after I got off the Eurostar on Friday night, I was in a local church hall at the penultimate rehearsal for this term's concert: second horn for Mozart Overture: La Clemenza di Tito, Sibelius Pelléas and Mélisande, Bruch Romanze Opus 89 for viola and orchestra, and Beethoven Symphony No 1. Frustratingly, despite playing well in both rehearsals I'd misjudged not the amount of lip I had but my fatigue levels -- I ended up needing to lie down briefly in the Saturday afternoon rehearsal, and was just scattered and all over the place come the evening.
But: nevertheless I was playing much better than I have been; nevertheless my accuracy is improving; nevertheless I'm feeling more confident and competent. I'd still be buzzing, I think, if I'd managed to nail a couple of the exposed bits in the actual show, but such is life and here's for trying again next term.