a grey cold day here. the fog just hasn’t burned off at all. upstairs the neighbors are having a spat; adj has gone to have his pre-curry football practice, the better to get his appetite up; i’m taking advantage of his absence to eat the last of the guacamole, which i, um, hid in the back of the fridge. what can i say? i like guacamole, and i especially like my guacamole. enough that those last four chipfuls are always mine, period. it’s just so gosh darn addictive.
a little sewing on the grey cold day:
bag in progress. the text is from a japanese fabric, and the background is a green sort of woven fabric i got at the last addison endpapers sale, which means it’s hecka vintage and either from a flea market or an estate sale. i wish to goodness i knew what kind of fabric it is, because it’s very forgiving, the kind of fabric that makes any sort of stitching slip-ups seem endearing rather than sloppy. you know what i mean.
more vacation pics:
the gps tower at heaton park. again, this is adj pointing to something and saying, “oh, you should get a picture of that!” the tower is historic but i don’t remember why, probably because i needed that brain space for something more important, like thinking about how good a jaffa cake would be at that very moment, or why existentialism seems a little silly now when it was so powerful sixty years ago. it’s funny, though, because it makes you think a little, about how things that are eyesores or just kind of cruddy looking to us may very well be the attractions that people visit years from now.
horses in heaton park. this is one of the things about england that amazes me: you are able to just walk up to livestock in all sorts of places. like horses or sheep or cows–i’ve walked right past all of them. here in the u.s. these two would be fenced off and lots of signs posted about not feeding and safe distance and all that, because the first time they gnashed their teeth at someone’s precious child the owners would be slapped with a lawsuit.
a swan, a moorhen–or maybe it’s a coot?, and a duck.
some pretty gosh-darn amazing trees. hard to believe civilization is a stone’s throw away.
and a little surprise adj spotted–he must have eagle eyes! hello mr. toad! who did not like us peering at him at all, though he pretended to be cool about it, hopping away all slow and casual-like, even though he was edging his way uphill and into the denser brush.
