Sunday April 9, 2006
17 days to M-day
“What are you going to do today?” Graham asked when we spoke on the phone this morning.
“Sleep. I have to go out for provisions at some point but mostly I’m planning on a lot of sleep, followed by more sleep.”
“Good. You’ve earned it.”
I don’t know about earning it but I certainly enjoyed several naps, long and short, during the morning and afternoon. Finally, I woke in the early evening, refreshed and fully charged. I take a lot longer to recharge than does my new laptop computer but then my batteries are about sixty-six years older.
About mid-day I told Dolly the Mega-cat I’d not be long, hopped into the little silver Ford, which seemed very much smaller than normal, and drove over the country roads to the Boston Tesco’s for a three-day provisioning. I didn’t hurry—it took me a little while to get used to the pedals in the car after the great clunky things in the van.
As I drive around on my local messages I make notes, observing the small places and objects that’ve become part of my life in the past two Lincolnshire years. I keep my notebook and pen to hand, and my camera, and stop when I can to jot down a few lines and, possibly, snap a record. Sometimes the notes and the observations spark a small snaphot poem, which I generally work up in the evening:
Hubbert’s Bridge spans the South Forty Foot Drain as it heads towards Boston where it joins the River Witham. It carries the B1192 road on its way over the fens. There’s a cluster of buildings, and a tiny railway station—hence the signal box. There’s a photo here, taken from the bank across from the station. The signal box is the white construction to the left; on the opposite side of the building, out of sight, is the blank black brick wall.
My own photographs are going to have to stay in the camera for a while because I’ve yet to learn how to transfer them to the laptop. I don’t suppose it’ll turn out to be at all difficult but there’s only so much I can do with the available time just now.
I did work my way through the process of burning a data DVD this evening, however, and made a successful backup of all my files. The DVD programs provided with the HP Pavillion work flawlessly and are easy to operate; the backup, of about 2.7 gbytes of personal files, took about 30 minutes from start to finish and so is an ideal candidate for a Sunday evening when, normally, I’d be relaxing in front of the TV.
I told Graham of my success with the DVD when we spoke late this evening.
“Well done,” he said. “But it’s not a laptop. They’re called notebooks these days.”
“Don’t think I can do that,” I said. “A notebook is what I write in with my pen. It’ll have to stay as a laptop in my language.”
“But you don’t use it on your lap.”
“I may have solved that one. I’ve discovered these lap cushions with a board attached to the top. Just right for my lap, and my laptop.”
“You never give up, do you?”
“Nope. Surrender is not a word in my vocabulary.”
“Yes it is. You just used it.”
“Don’t be clever. Time for bed?”
“Oh, yes. Time for bed. Speak to you in the morning.”