Moon through clouds. The wind picking up and dropping as it does. I’m in the night garden.
The daffodils are just away from committing. Some of the enthusiastic fools popped their heads up and got drenched. Others are still waiting, but close. Snowdrops.
It is peaceful here.
There’s a bird feeder, which is the new TV. Fatballs. How did 4 fatballs vanish from the feeder when I was away a couple of days? A mystery? No. A squirrel. Fucker.
I’ve seen YouTube videos of a man in America giving up trying to make his birdfeeder squirrel proof and just making a ridiculous assault course for the squirrel. Knowing it is pointless in theory isn’t the same as failing in practice. He’s been lifting the lid. I have jammed it with twigs. His move. This is why mammals took over from dinosaurs.
Meanwhile I’ve applied for a pension. Equity… They needed the number for the recent movie and it brought home to me how long it has been since I had an Equity contract even though I’ve paid my subs every year for long enough that I’m almost due my geriatric discount. Three missed calls from my agent had me dreaming that another of the tapes had landed. Not yet. But they will. The energy is moving as the moment. But it was just admin.
I’ll be off to bed shortly. Cooked up a storm this evening, with meaty delights that Lou would abominate. She’s here from tomorrow so I’ll be less meaty, wake up earlier and feel less alone.
I’ve enjoyed turning into a hermit here. I could live like this for years, eventually becoming monosyllabic but speaking fluent cat. I’ve started to get to know the local trees. And it feels like being a grown-up having to open and close the curtains with the light. I’ve lived high up for too long. Time to plug into the earth.
AlBarclay 