under another sun

Listening to Joy Harjo's Memoir Crazy Brave as I walked. It's very different, weaving together her story of growing up, dreams and spiced with First Nations beliefs and folk lore. Not a particularly fluent day's work as I self motivation, which I normally have in abundance, hard to come by. Spoke to Mum. Snapped a couple of shots below from the hill fort, and mucked about with exposures and saturations. I seem very drawn to clouds visually at the moment. Wrapped up a new fitbit for Lorraine and gave it to her as a very very late birthday present. She spent time happily getting it going -- gives you call kinds of feedback on things like heart rate and calories burned and so on.

Signed off my accounts for the year (yay!) pressed on with the story, designed a dinosaur card for Betty and spent a good couple of hours on housework. Also chatted with Mum, who is chafing under the lockdown restrictions and to Mas too. Both doing well considering. Also chatted with Anton. Betty's birthday, and after work Lorraine went her place to drop off a bag of presents. She was having an excellent 29th birthday hanging out with James and Amy. Once home, L and I had a cheeky curry on the gold sofa, which I collected from Red Chillies. Lorraine had got through another difficult week, and I am proud of her.  I reread  She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo, written in the 80s this is an amazing book by the current US poet laureate. She has just worked on a Norton Anthology collection of Native Nations poetry. I think Joy Harjo's father was Cree.  Got a lot of love on facebook for Mum's waterlines picture. I put The Next Wish with it, and explained how the path led up to th...