Inside and out seem to be settling down a bit at last.
Started writing morning pages. Longhand, streamed, completely private, burn after writing if necessary. I think it might be helpful.
A helpful finger-wag from someone I love and respect enormously: 'You can't just sit around and press flowers.'
Saw two young girls I help with their English. They are bright and brown after their summer, their mum is cheerful and friendly, their ancient Labrador is still alive and we were all pleased to see each other. Another former adult student contacts with a view to coaching his boys. I feel relieved and useful again, fears are allayed, disenchantment grows fainter with distance.
Remembering with a gratified (flattered) smile our old friend D, when Tom took him to the radiotherapy clinic, uselessly as it turned out, just a few weeks ago. He was dozing and distant, but when Tom was talking about me to J, he nodded and pronounced 'Lovely woman, good mind.' A compliment to treasure, and accept graciously.
God-willing-weather-permitting (spare me the sententious and bleeding-obvious atheist arguments, it's only an expression), I am set for an amazing adventure tomorrow, thanks to the generosity and marvellous serendipity of Blogland and those that dwell therein. My camera battery is charged and its memory card is empty.
Red cabbage, before half of it was eaten with balsamic vinegar, sugar, wine and a lot of spices, caramelised apple, new potatoes and a knackwurst.
Getting from then to now
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