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kaberettReading. Plodding my way through Testosterone Rex, which is enjoyable! I just lack focus. Which is a pity, because two other ebooks I'd had holds on have also come through, and need reading.
(Most of my focussed reading has been background on my new rocks, and that hasn't been terribly high volume.)
Writing. There are at least two poems currently trying to take shape, which is an interesting indicator of gradual uptick in mood and available brainspace, probably. It's doing the irritating thing of mostly happening when I'm already half asleep, but I'm trying to scribble myself notes and might at some point sit down with a notebook and a pencil for half an hour and see what comes out when I shake.
(I have also written over a thousand words of skeletal structure for the next thesis chapter, with highlights of "here's roughly what I want to talk about here", so I'm also feeling pretty good that I've done a non-trivial amount of work on the next step of the project out of sheer enthusiasm instead of, as is often the case, spending 2-3 days Recovering from The Stress Of A Meeting.)
Watching. Elementary. This week's episode featured a sexual harrassment plotline, which on the one hand did an excellent job of undercutting the creepy cop solidarity and on the other I Could Have Done Without That Particular Moral Lesson In My Escapism Thanks.
Paradise Rocks, at the Ledbury Poetry Festival, wheresebastienne was playing a role we hadn't seen them in before, which A was V Keen To See even though it involved... a lot... of travel. So we saw it! It was an adventure.
We are probably about to put on an episode of The Blue Planet, because I found a DVD boxset in the charity shop for a quid.
Listening. During aforementioned travel A played basically the entire Indelicates back catalogue to get us In The Mood. (Paradise Rocks being: Simon Indelicate decided that simply having written The Book Of Job: The Musical was insufficient, and he also wanted to give Paradise Lost the rock musical treatment, set in a racist 1950s Hawai'ian holiday resort.)
Cooking. Has largely not been happening, because exhaustion and also stress, but I did manage to get pretty much exactly the results I was aiming for from the butternut squash-spinach-chickpea curry I threw together to (1) use up the remaining half-squash in the fridge and (2) provide some Identifiable Vegetable to go with the takeaway curry that I had actually been craving.
I did also manage to use up some buttermilk in blueberry pancakes, and prep some apricot jam for the next round of ice cream, though I'm going to need more apricots to make a full batch because I failed to think things through during purchasing; I'm contemplating trying to ripple raspberry through it.
Growing. I moved the weedier of the passion fruit out to the greenhouse, experimentally, to see how it would do. In conclusion: liked the direct sun, was not a fan of being transplanted on the hottest day of the year so far. I have started harvesting redcurrants and raspberries, and am now Committed to netting in my soft fruit for next year (the birds have had most of the jostaberries and I'm only getting as many redcurrants as I am because they were badly in need of weeding). Onions continue hopeful; two are producing flower stalks, at last count. (I have one set of potentially interesting spring onion coming up, but I honestly don't particularly rate their chances against the slugs). Water butt set up and functioning magnificently. Comfrey coming along nicely.
Observing. A pair (I'm pretty sure) of tufted ducks, on the New River (which is neither new nor a river); a medium coot, yelling angerly, at the civic centre; the Canada geese are Very Medium, in that they look remarkably suave and grown up and, like, in posession of appropriately-coloured tail feathers and such, until you notice that their necks are still 110% baby fuzz, and it's adorable. No new birds at the feeder, but lots of slow worm at the allotment, and several good butterflies (mostly red admirals).
Poking. Shiny Lugia (from a research task), with... 68% IVs, oh well. A 98% Alolan Diglett, wild-caught, about which I am very D: because they grow up into A VERITABLE ABOMINATION (unto Nuggan). Speed Forme Deoxys, courtesy of an EX Raid. From research tasks: 96% Minun and 100% Shuppet, both of which I'd had hanging around for a while; 100% Nidoran male, which is New (and about which I am a little "... why happening me"). More wild catches: 96%, level 30 Slakoth (WHICH I told Adam about and WHICH was shiny for him), 98% level 7 Kabuto. Trades: a lucky Alolan Geodude (what am I going to dooooooooooo with it). Bonus: FIRST SHINY POOCHYENA.
(Most of my focussed reading has been background on my new rocks, and that hasn't been terribly high volume.)
Writing. There are at least two poems currently trying to take shape, which is an interesting indicator of gradual uptick in mood and available brainspace, probably. It's doing the irritating thing of mostly happening when I'm already half asleep, but I'm trying to scribble myself notes and might at some point sit down with a notebook and a pencil for half an hour and see what comes out when I shake.
(I have also written over a thousand words of skeletal structure for the next thesis chapter, with highlights of "here's roughly what I want to talk about here", so I'm also feeling pretty good that I've done a non-trivial amount of work on the next step of the project out of sheer enthusiasm instead of, as is often the case, spending 2-3 days Recovering from The Stress Of A Meeting.)
Watching. Elementary. This week's episode featured a sexual harrassment plotline, which on the one hand did an excellent job of undercutting the creepy cop solidarity and on the other I Could Have Done Without That Particular Moral Lesson In My Escapism Thanks.
Paradise Rocks, at the Ledbury Poetry Festival, where
sebastienne was playing a role we hadn't seen them in before, which A was V Keen To See even though it involved... a lot... of travel. So we saw it! It was an adventure.We are probably about to put on an episode of The Blue Planet, because I found a DVD boxset in the charity shop for a quid.
Listening. During aforementioned travel A played basically the entire Indelicates back catalogue to get us In The Mood. (Paradise Rocks being: Simon Indelicate decided that simply having written The Book Of Job: The Musical was insufficient, and he also wanted to give Paradise Lost the rock musical treatment, set in a racist 1950s Hawai'ian holiday resort.)
Cooking. Has largely not been happening, because exhaustion and also stress, but I did manage to get pretty much exactly the results I was aiming for from the butternut squash-spinach-chickpea curry I threw together to (1) use up the remaining half-squash in the fridge and (2) provide some Identifiable Vegetable to go with the takeaway curry that I had actually been craving.
I did also manage to use up some buttermilk in blueberry pancakes, and prep some apricot jam for the next round of ice cream, though I'm going to need more apricots to make a full batch because I failed to think things through during purchasing; I'm contemplating trying to ripple raspberry through it.
Growing. I moved the weedier of the passion fruit out to the greenhouse, experimentally, to see how it would do. In conclusion: liked the direct sun, was not a fan of being transplanted on the hottest day of the year so far. I have started harvesting redcurrants and raspberries, and am now Committed to netting in my soft fruit for next year (the birds have had most of the jostaberries and I'm only getting as many redcurrants as I am because they were badly in need of weeding). Onions continue hopeful; two are producing flower stalks, at last count. (I have one set of potentially interesting spring onion coming up, but I honestly don't particularly rate their chances against the slugs). Water butt set up and functioning magnificently. Comfrey coming along nicely.
Observing. A pair (I'm pretty sure) of tufted ducks, on the New River (which is neither new nor a river); a medium coot, yelling angerly, at the civic centre; the Canada geese are Very Medium, in that they look remarkably suave and grown up and, like, in posession of appropriately-coloured tail feathers and such, until you notice that their necks are still 110% baby fuzz, and it's adorable. No new birds at the feeder, but lots of slow worm at the allotment, and several good butterflies (mostly red admirals).
Poking. Shiny Lugia (from a research task), with... 68% IVs, oh well. A 98% Alolan Diglett, wild-caught, about which I am very D: because they grow up into A VERITABLE ABOMINATION (unto Nuggan). Speed Forme Deoxys, courtesy of an EX Raid. From research tasks: 96% Minun and 100% Shuppet, both of which I'd had hanging around for a while; 100% Nidoran male, which is New (and about which I am a little "... why happening me"). More wild catches: 96%, level 30 Slakoth (WHICH I told Adam about and WHICH was shiny for him), 98% level 7 Kabuto. Trades: a lucky Alolan Geodude (what am I going to dooooooooooo with it). Bonus: FIRST SHINY POOCHYENA.
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