Slow progress
Dec. 12th, 2020 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustOf course I know that Christmas is approaching. It would be hard not to know, with the government issuing directives about what we will be permitted to do, and the scientists issuing counter-directives about why you should refrain from doing it. As it happens, the ways I want to do celebrate the season don't fall within the permitted relaxation, but I have baked a cake, and I have bought Christmas cards, and the overseas cards are in the post. I have even organised a present or two.
Nonetheless, yesterday morning, wondering whetherdurham_rambler's afternoon meeting, which takes place on alternate Fridays, wouls be the last before Christmas, I added 14 to the day's date: ah. That'd be 'no'. It is possible that my internal countdown to Christmas has been thrown off kilter by the constant reminders in the news that we are only so many days away - nit from Christmas but from the anti-Christmas which is Brexit and follows hard on its heels. It is equally possible that I am just as unprepared as I am every year, that there is always a sharp transition between having loads of time and having dome several things already and not having done all the things that needed to be done, like, yesterday ...
Onward! The mystery of lockdown is that I have not been transformed into a domestic goddess, I am not aware of cooking more than I would mormally - so why am I henerating so much washing up? There seems no end to it.
This is a very dull post, but despite the dull weather and dark evenings, life does't feel all that dull. I attended (virtually) a very interesting lecture about Kepier Hospital, but what can I say about it, other than that it was interesting? I learned that if roof timbers have been reused you may be able to woek out from a few marks left from their original fixing how the roof used to go, which I found immensely ompressive, as my mind struggles with even two-dimensional jigsaws; also that a person capable of doing this can still struggle to share his presentation throughout a Zoom meeting, because we are all human.
Nonetheless, yesterday morning, wondering whether
durham_rambler's afternoon meeting, which takes place on alternate Fridays, wouls be the last before Christmas, I added 14 to the day's date: ah. That'd be 'no'. It is possible that my internal countdown to Christmas has been thrown off kilter by the constant reminders in the news that we are only so many days away - nit from Christmas but from the anti-Christmas which is Brexit and follows hard on its heels. It is equally possible that I am just as unprepared as I am every year, that there is always a sharp transition between having loads of time and having dome several things already and not having done all the things that needed to be done, like, yesterday ...Onward! The mystery of lockdown is that I have not been transformed into a domestic goddess, I am not aware of cooking more than I would mormally - so why am I henerating so much washing up? There seems no end to it.
This is a very dull post, but despite the dull weather and dark evenings, life does't feel all that dull. I attended (virtually) a very interesting lecture about Kepier Hospital, but what can I say about it, other than that it was interesting? I learned that if roof timbers have been reused you may be able to woek out from a few marks left from their original fixing how the roof used to go, which I found immensely ompressive, as my mind struggles with even two-dimensional jigsaws; also that a person capable of doing this can still struggle to share his presentation throughout a Zoom meeting, because we are all human.
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Date: 2020-12-12 07:51 pm (UTC)Have a good'un regardless!
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Date: 2020-12-13 12:59 pm (UTC)