under another sun

Peaceful day, although a bit low on energy. Counting our blessings though, which we do on a regular basis. A lovely marriage, a lovely house in a pleasant little town, lots of people we love and care about. Lorraine and I getting organised for our respective trips tomorrow. Spoke to Mum, who was on good form. In the afternoon we collected Pat and Maureen and brought them home, for a Sunday roast, and we put some in Tupperware for them tomorrow. Pat a bit more mobile, and the transfer from wheelchair to car to wheelchair to chair and back fairly smooth. Maureen enjoying a change of scene, and quickly boofed onto the gold sofa awaiting cups of tea. After dinner, we all started watching the Magnificent Seven as I have been thinking about cowboys lately.   Robin had got together an archive episode for Planet Poetry. I'd suggested we repeat the Danez Smith interview, given the Trump-inspired carnage in Minneapolis. Even Danez's 'Afropessimism' seems a missive from a more opt...

A lovely card today from Janet Caulfield, thanking me for choosing her painting and subequently buying it. She said it was a big boost to her confidence. The painting fits in so well with what I am writing about at the moment, that I should be thanking her. Feeling decidedly more on the ball at last. Luckily so I interviewed a rather excellent American poet, Danez Smith, this afternoon over in Minnesota. I really liked them (Danez goes by they/them pronouns) and hopefully our conversation will turn into good interview when edited. Very relieved to get that one in the bag, for some reason it turned into a big deal in my head, and feeling washed out still made me a bit apprehensive. Lorraine much more energetic too although in danger of over doing it, in a  bit of a tidying frenzy, and playing piano and generally getting busy. She made sourdough for the pizza bases, and a tomato sauce for the tomatoey stuff, and she led the making of pizzas this evening, using olives and anchovies an...

Other than clean a bit of weed out of the pond, and do a bit of laundry, and cook and nip to Tescos I spent the bulk of the day quietly reading. Finished The Sandman by E.T.A. Hoffmann, which was quite intriguing. No wonder Freud liked it, although his idea that it was all about fear of castration seemed to me far fetched. Also reading the excellent  Bluff by Danez Smith, who I should be interviewing next week.  I am also opening the Seaford Art Society exhibition tomorrow, and choosing the winners.  Messaged Palo, who has been at home with Covid, but will be released back into the wild tomorrow.  Calliope slept with me last night, and didn't get off the bed till 4pm. I will get her antibiotics on Monday, as the vet suggested yesterday. Missing Lorraine who is still in Ashford busy helping Pat and Maureen pack. They will all be back here tomorrow. This bit from The Sandman which made me laugh. I posted it on Facebook and Yvonne said it sounded like me and Lorraine,...