journal of a writing man

I’d rather be reading poems

March 3, 2008 · 17 Comments

Monday March 3, 2008

They’re forecasting a big freeze and snow-fest.  Again.  And yet, in the bright sunlight across the road there’s a randy magpie perched on a chimney-pot, bobbing up and down and encouraging his missus to come out and have some fun.

Taken all in all, I’m with the magpie.  Fun is good.  Randy is not so bad, either, so far as I can remember.  And both of them are much of what Spring is all about.

We had a quiet day yesterday and, with the exception of a visit from the agent, it promises to be quiet again today.  Just as well.  For some reason I can’t quite fathom I’m not at my best just now.  Strange dreams.  Daytime fancies.  Mixed up memories and a misty kind of confusion.

I’d rather be listening to Mozart and reading poems, and it’s likely I shall be doing just that while Graham is away.  Along with hoping any house viewers will hold off until he’s back to handle them.

Meantime, another batch of photos, this time showing the middle floor of the house–living room, master bedroom and bath.  Thrilling stuff:

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