Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Covid and Devouring Time

I have never (she said, wondering if past bloggy Februarys bear out this claim) in my 70.5 years been so happy to see snow departing and spring bulbs flowering. Look: grass. I'm already planning to have sweet peas clothing that new fence. I'm not terribly good at growing sweet peas but then I've never had a whole bare fence to grow them up before, so I'm hopeful. 

Other than that - the Edinburgh grandchildren have come and built stuff in the sitting room, 


and I've been helping to home school them (why has no single one of our grandchildren's teachers, in five years, yet been able to distinguish between "practice" the noun and "practise" the verb? Biggest Granddaughter had a whole list of spelling words to "practice" writing in sentences today. I know Americans spell them the same way, which is very sensible, but we don't. Yet.)

We sent for new sledges. We're ready for you, next snow! But not till next year, please. 

I always read in the bath and a couple of days ago... the book suddenly tipped over and fell into the water. Ooops. It's not the first time but it doesn't happen very often. I used to have a good bath book-rack - oh well, all right, it was actually a soap-rack - but this became rather elderly and scruffy and I've never found another that fits properly, or at least not one for a non-ridiculous price. So I now use a cheap one that's slightly too small, so of course I don't balance the book on this (too liable to collapse) but on the edge of the bath. From where it tipped. Sorry, selected letters of Vanessa Bell. The book's still perfectly readable but I feel bad. 

Mr L showed a viewer round Daughter 2's Edinburgh flat today. I don't suppose he'll buy it but he seemed more interested than previous viewers. I hope he doesn't offer a ridiculous price, though, causing a dilemma. 

There are rumours that our Great Leader is contemplating easing restrictions, very slowly. But trips to London will probably not be on the cards for months. Maybe we'll be able to go as far as Son's house before that? Who knows? Sometimes it just seems too much to bear. And the days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to months and the months nearly add up to a year already. Devouring Time. I definitely need to start a quilt. 



 

12 comments:

  1. Yes, devouring time. It feels like sand in an hourglass trickling away. Love the new fence and green lawn! Your back lawn looks so much bigger. Fingers crossed for a decent offer on the apartment/flat. YES, on starting a quilt! You need something to look forward to. I've never seen that spelling with the s.

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  2. Advice and advise help people to differentiate if they know the difference between a noun and a verb. But if your child’s teacher says somefink then you might have quite a lot to worry about.

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    1. Scottish people don't say "somefink"! Or "draw" for "drawer", etc, because we pronounce our "r"s.

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  3. I have imaginings now of what your dunked book would sound like if read aloud. I wonder if the dialogue would be in speech bubbles.

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    1. the children must love having a change of scenery, and toys, at your place during these difficult times. And having you so close too, of course, but that's mutual.

      That this is the first book you've dunked is a tribute to the interesting books you read - or you'd have fallen asleep in the past!

      Are you feeling ok after your vaccinations? I haven't heard of many people with more than a slightly sore arm. Fingers crossed for you.

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    2. Oh no, it's not the first book - but there haven't been many. Three, I think.

      Yes, I'm fine, thanks, post-vac. My husband was a bit fluey for 24 hours.

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  4. Ooh, Pam, I may have cracked the link problem! Hopefully, this will take you to a 'support and share' forum I've just joined for writers, where I've just posted the poem. You may enjoy it there yourself! Drum roll...

    https://talk.writershq.co.uk/t/writer-seeks-reader-for-poem/11371

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    1. No, that didn't take me to your poem, though it did offer me various websites with writers' groups. Should I be looking on one of them?

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  5. No, Pam, that'll just be a generic page it comes out with when it can't find what you want. I suspect it won't let you see it unless you join the forum yourself, and on second thoughts, I wouldn't recommend it as I've just found some content there you probably wouldn't appreciate.

    I'm absolutely stopping cluttering up your comments section! I've issued myself a cease and disist order and promise to play nicely from now on - I really am so sorry for the faff!

    Hope you're enjoying the sunshine, it's so lovely out today!

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    1. Always happy to hear from you!

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