Mellow fruitfulness
Sep. 6th, 2009 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThis evening is seriously autumnal; at eight o' clock, over dinner, I noticed that outside the window the sky was already dark blue. The rain is clattering onto the attic windows as I write.
It's been a pleasant weekend, the social bits have been fun and the domestic bits have been productive. I've even done some work.
On Friday we were out to dinner with an old friend and his comparatively new fiancé. There was much discovery of shared interests, which is always fun.
Yesterday we shopped in the morning, and worked in the afternoon. I was disproportionately pleased to have completed a rather fiddly piece of work before we went out to a major birthday party.
The party was good, too: I'm ambivalent about parties, looking forward to them until the last minute and then being struck by a great wave of I won't know anyone and I won't be able to talk to anyone and the music will be so loud that I won't be able to hear what anyone says to me and I'll end up drinking too much.... None of these things happened. I knew a few people, and I suspect that most of the guests were in the same position, because everyone was open to talking to people they didn't know. The space worked well: people moved from the drink to the music to the food to the quiet sitting down space - it's not a huge house, and there were a lot of people there, but it was always comfortable.
The weather forecast for today was bad (worse than the actual weather, I think - it was well on into the afternoon before the rain began) so instead of going walking I spend a couple of hours in the garden, which has been very badly neglected. I have cleared the path as far as the compost bin (though not yet as far as the dustbin) - cleared it more or less: it is now possible to take out the compost without being molested by brambles, and with a reduced risk of being poked in the eye by low branches. This generated three large bags of garden waste, blackberries for lunch and a huge sense of achievement. The brambles have to go, regardless: the proportion of edible fruit per mile of organic barbed wire is underwhelming.
Plus, I have washed a batch of laundry and stewed a batch of damsons, which I might try to turn into some sort of preserve: I haven't had great success in getting jam to set, but the last batch of damsons thickened so obligingly that I might just risk it. I have printed off the photos I want to send to our visitors of a fortnight ago, and we have made serious headway in the planning of an autumn break in Brittany.
Bed and a book, now - I think I've earned them.
It's been a pleasant weekend, the social bits have been fun and the domestic bits have been productive. I've even done some work.
On Friday we were out to dinner with an old friend and his comparatively new fiancé. There was much discovery of shared interests, which is always fun.
Yesterday we shopped in the morning, and worked in the afternoon. I was disproportionately pleased to have completed a rather fiddly piece of work before we went out to a major birthday party.
The party was good, too: I'm ambivalent about parties, looking forward to them until the last minute and then being struck by a great wave of I won't know anyone and I won't be able to talk to anyone and the music will be so loud that I won't be able to hear what anyone says to me and I'll end up drinking too much.... None of these things happened. I knew a few people, and I suspect that most of the guests were in the same position, because everyone was open to talking to people they didn't know. The space worked well: people moved from the drink to the music to the food to the quiet sitting down space - it's not a huge house, and there were a lot of people there, but it was always comfortable.
The weather forecast for today was bad (worse than the actual weather, I think - it was well on into the afternoon before the rain began) so instead of going walking I spend a couple of hours in the garden, which has been very badly neglected. I have cleared the path as far as the compost bin (though not yet as far as the dustbin) - cleared it more or less: it is now possible to take out the compost without being molested by brambles, and with a reduced risk of being poked in the eye by low branches. This generated three large bags of garden waste, blackberries for lunch and a huge sense of achievement. The brambles have to go, regardless: the proportion of edible fruit per mile of organic barbed wire is underwhelming.
Plus, I have washed a batch of laundry and stewed a batch of damsons, which I might try to turn into some sort of preserve: I haven't had great success in getting jam to set, but the last batch of damsons thickened so obligingly that I might just risk it. I have printed off the photos I want to send to our visitors of a fortnight ago, and we have made serious headway in the planning of an autumn break in Brittany.
Bed and a book, now - I think I've earned them.
