How cruel is your April?
Apr. 8th, 2022 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustIt doesn't take a centenary to get people quoting The Waste Land. But the current April isn't going that badly.
Apart from the news, of course. I have nothing useful to say about Ukraine, but there's also a pandemic still going on. At the risk of writing not only are people being killed and cities reduced to rubble, but also I missed out on the pub quiz... Infections are still at an all time high, and it's too close to home to brush off. People are sending apologies for meetings because they have caught coronovirus. As a result we switched Tuesday's residents' association from 'in person' to Zoom, and, having received an alert after last week's pub quiz, decided to give this week's a miss.
But if that's the worst thing that has happened to me, I'm getting off lightly. And other things are more fun. Last Sunday we went to the 'unveiling' of a memorial bench:
Not this bench, which is an older one, and more photogenic - but it was a pleasant thing to do on a pleasant afternoon. We took the opportunity to check out a new sculpture among the neighbouring houses, which was also fun.
On Tuesday we paid our annual visit to Finchale Priory. It was a colder day, and overcast, so the photo I like best:
is a bit bleak with its grey sky and bare branches. But we walked down through the woods, and the celandines were beginning to wake up, and there were great drifts of anemones; and climbing back up the steps to the car, we spotted one or two of the most sheltered clumps of wild garlic whose spears were almost ready to open into starry blooms. I've been getting so little exercise lately that I was quite relieved to discover I could still manage the walk down to the river and back.
On Wednesday I visted the optician, to talk about new glasses for computer work - strictly, for working at my desktop computer (I'm currently wearing reading glasses to type on my notebook). I had thought there would be a long wait for an appointment, but it seems they can derive the required prescription from the test they did at the end of last year: which feels more like magic than mathematics, and I won't quite believe it until I can try out the result. But I am looking forward to being able to see the screen.
And on Thursday - that is, last night - we attended a Live To Your Living Room gig with Will Finn and Rosie Calvert: with bonus Alex Cumming acting as MC, so that was threequarters of the Teacups - no, strike that, because great though the Teacups were while it lasted, it's more than time to let go. It made for a pleasantly sociable evening, then. Also, Will and Rosie started their set with Loudon Wainwright's Swimming Song, which always cheers me up.
Apart from the news, of course. I have nothing useful to say about Ukraine, but there's also a pandemic still going on. At the risk of writing not only are people being killed and cities reduced to rubble, but also I missed out on the pub quiz... Infections are still at an all time high, and it's too close to home to brush off. People are sending apologies for meetings because they have caught coronovirus. As a result we switched Tuesday's residents' association from 'in person' to Zoom, and, having received an alert after last week's pub quiz, decided to give this week's a miss.
But if that's the worst thing that has happened to me, I'm getting off lightly. And other things are more fun. Last Sunday we went to the 'unveiling' of a memorial bench:
Not this bench, which is an older one, and more photogenic - but it was a pleasant thing to do on a pleasant afternoon. We took the opportunity to check out a new sculpture among the neighbouring houses, which was also fun.
On Tuesday we paid our annual visit to Finchale Priory. It was a colder day, and overcast, so the photo I like best:
is a bit bleak with its grey sky and bare branches. But we walked down through the woods, and the celandines were beginning to wake up, and there were great drifts of anemones; and climbing back up the steps to the car, we spotted one or two of the most sheltered clumps of wild garlic whose spears were almost ready to open into starry blooms. I've been getting so little exercise lately that I was quite relieved to discover I could still manage the walk down to the river and back.
On Wednesday I visted the optician, to talk about new glasses for computer work - strictly, for working at my desktop computer (I'm currently wearing reading glasses to type on my notebook). I had thought there would be a long wait for an appointment, but it seems they can derive the required prescription from the test they did at the end of last year: which feels more like magic than mathematics, and I won't quite believe it until I can try out the result. But I am looking forward to being able to see the screen.
And on Thursday - that is, last night - we attended a Live To Your Living Room gig with Will Finn and Rosie Calvert: with bonus Alex Cumming acting as MC, so that was threequarters of the Teacups - no, strike that, because great though the Teacups were while it lasted, it's more than time to let go. It made for a pleasantly sociable evening, then. Also, Will and Rosie started their set with Loudon Wainwright's Swimming Song, which always cheers me up.
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Date: 2022-04-08 06:07 pm (UTC)I hadn't clicked that it was the centenary, though, probably because I am still on some level behind on what year it is, and that's neat.
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Date: 2022-04-09 10:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-04-09 09:11 am (UTC)Having been isolating for ten days we've only been having such fun as can be had at home!
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Date: 2022-04-09 11:00 am (UTC)