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the crooked and the sweet
Apr. 24th, 2022 12:08 pmOver the past 2+ years, the wires in some of my masks broke outright, from all the fiddling, washing, etc. I'd held off extracting the ones that had become uncomfortable but were still intact, but two days ago finally reached for the ripper. (Is this perhaps a metaphor for other things I should be getting on with? Yes. Might I have a tendency to view my life through a Free Will Astrology filter? Yes.)
Contending with the ever-swarming legions of private brain weasels and public sphere / pundit weasels has been tiresome, to say the least. But there have also been compliments from colleagues and clients, lively chats with friends, and some sublime dancing:
In the yard, the hyacinths are waning, and the overcup white oak looks dead as the proverbial doornail (but apparently it's a really late bloomer), but there are swathes of violets and patches of star of bethlehem, and I have been harvesting wild chives and snacking on fresh mint. Also in bloom: buttercups, ferns (tiny purple flowerets), tomatoes. The six rosebushes all survived the winter, and I planted two white azalea bushes (a farewell gift from a museum colleague) last week. Indoors, the flower show includes cacti, white roses, shamrocks, and cyclamen.
Last night's cooking experiment wound up as phyllo-almond-walnut "cake." It started out as an attempt at Tunisian almond cigars but the phyllo sheets had been languishing in my fridge too long. So the stale bits went into the compost bowl, and the rest were layered with the filling, and I'm happy with the result.
Contending with the ever-swarming legions of private brain weasels and public sphere / pundit weasels has been tiresome, to say the least. But there have also been compliments from colleagues and clients, lively chats with friends, and some sublime dancing:
In the yard, the hyacinths are waning, and the overcup white oak looks dead as the proverbial doornail (but apparently it's a really late bloomer), but there are swathes of violets and patches of star of bethlehem, and I have been harvesting wild chives and snacking on fresh mint. Also in bloom: buttercups, ferns (tiny purple flowerets), tomatoes. The six rosebushes all survived the winter, and I planted two white azalea bushes (a farewell gift from a museum colleague) last week. Indoors, the flower show includes cacti, white roses, shamrocks, and cyclamen.
Last night's cooking experiment wound up as phyllo-almond-walnut "cake." It started out as an attempt at Tunisian almond cigars but the phyllo sheets had been languishing in my fridge too long. So the stale bits went into the compost bowl, and the rest were layered with the filling, and I'm happy with the result.
