w15: sunday review

forgot to post sunday. was I a) scrolling too hard or b) not aware it was sunday because time has no meaning to the retired?

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things i intended to do and did:

• planted the hazel (in lawn, between pear and plum, always pleased at how much topsoil we have here);
• pulled everything out of the greenhouse, swept it, weeded the corners, put ONLY seed trays back on the staging;
• left phone in other room a few times, not enough, installed an app called appblock to make it more annoying to pick up;
• left phone on greyscale a lot of the week i guess;
• read library books (Caledonian Road, The Future, Rogue Protocol, The Wolves Of Willoughby Chase, Black Hearts In Battersea, The End Is Always Near, Futures & Fantasies);
• picked up the crochet again

things i intended to do but did not:

• pull nails out of boards;
• clear conservatory.

things i enjoyed:

• the dogs, who should always be first on the list. Ophelia is across my lap with her chin on one typing arm right now, it's intensely inconvenient but it was in the vision board. Don't lick the trackpad, Ophelia. Please nmmnbmm,. not lick the laptop. Thank you. Priscilla is pretending to nap on a chair next to my chair.
• two hours of rain, just to make me grateful for the dry April we'd had so far. it has been a spectacular spring, I worried after last year that we weren't going to have springs any more.
• The anthology 'Futures & Fantasies' included a short story called And You Shall Know Her By The Trail Of Dead, which you will like.
• the neighbour's cat being absolutely fine. I found her in my garden on the warmest afternoon being Not Herself. I fetched her human, who collected her bundled in a towel (this is not a portable cat, under normal circumstances). The next day the cat was sitting in their front window perfectly healthy & livid at being kept inside, & the day after that she was strolling across my garden like a duchess. may we all have the rough health of a cranky dowager cat.
  • someone left half a rodent at the garden door after that? is that 'thanks for fetching my staff'? she hasn't left me gifts before. I think I'm going to take it as a thank-you gift.
• birds dining in my lawn as it warms up and ghastly things hatch out. a magpie following the line of the house-shadow one morning. the robin on a clear afternoon. not enough birds, not as many nor as varied as there would be ten years ago, but not zero.
• having enough self-knowledge to stop watching the wiggly lines on the finance website once it became obvious it was being buffered. Accepting that it probably gives me soul ulcers to keep watching such unsubtle manipulation in real time. The power to call it 'boring rich people shit' and close the tab.
  • like, if these expletives were doing something cool with their unimaginable profits, it would be one thing. I can forgive wealth if you have taste.
  • but also the misbehaviour gave rise to some enjoyable articles gently explaining what bonds & international debt & yields & 'reserve currency' are, for those of us who will never really need to know.
• [Ophelia has sidled off my lap to nap more securely beside me. The circulation returns to my asdf hand.]
• being made and brought toasted cheese sandwiches.

intents for week 16:

• pull nails out of those boards;
• get the bin out (a day early because this weekend is easter bank holidays);
• clear the conservatory;
• notes on the arctic for my course (please give the textbook some grace, it is meant to be an introduction, it is not meant to be the whole picture);
• brush Ophelia against her will;
• take plant photos with the unsmart camera.