under another sun

Scanning in loads of Lorraine's photos. She has a lovely sunny smile, and this must have dazzled them in the wards when she was a young nurse. Calliope and Brian charging around the house chasing each other comedically all day. Funny how they can gallop noisily when the feel like it. Lorraine and I listened to a radio adaptation of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes as I assembled the Christmas tree. I liked this book a lot when I was in my teens. Bradbury is full of poetic ideas. A carousel that reverses your age or makes you older depending on which way Chopin's funeral march is played. And the evil dust witch who is slain by a bullet with a smile drawn in it. All lovely stuff. Spoke to Toby tonight, from a non-snowy Toronto who was talking about politics and informing me forcibly of my need for Vitamin D, and mooting another trip to Japan. Below the poster for the 80s Disney movie. Not a good movie, but nice poster.    

One good thing about the steady precipitation is that it keeps the EBC* away so that Brian doesn't have to fight him at 5am every morning through the cat flap. A lousy night's sleep, nevertheless, with unpleasant dreams. I woke to a dark day in flaming June, where it was either raining or just about to rain. Flooding in nearby towns. Lorraine up early and back to the grindstone. When I am not feeling like Noah, I am feeling like Job. Recovering from migraine but now mysteriously have diarrhoea. On the plus side can walk about again, and I am off pain killers, which at least allows me to reach the toilet with alacrity. Betty at home superglued to the gold sofa with a wretched cold, after being sent home from the job she just got working in the, um, cupcake industry. Eyes hurt looking at screen too long, so I listened to my unabridged  Moby Dick  audiobook in the afternoon. I'd read most of it before, but never finished it despite really enjoying it. I am righ...