My friend had a painting of a Welsh beach exhibited in London. It was going to go to Wales but she didn’t know how she’d get it back so she asked if I could grab it with her this morning and it was a nice way to start the week. I’m popping out of myself at the moment as I’m not sure what’s next and it makes me mobile and restless. I moved her painting and then got on the laptop and sent all my invoices and now at least I did something today. Darren rang me up, who I briefly lived with in the Olympics. He was curious about what might be in the wind so it’s clear that I’m not the only one trying to work out what’s next. He asked about one race I’ve worked on a bit in the past and I told him they are clueless and probably laundering money, cutting where they would do better to spend and spending when they would do better to cut, led by donkeys. “twas ever thus in racing,” he told me, and he should know. Like dad was back in the day, our boy has done his fair share of rallying. I feel comfortable on a racetrack just as “shall we go visit daddy?” He feels comfortable on a racetrack as “vrooom”.
So I’m home, all up to date with the paperwork, full house. Brian and Maddy, Lou and I, Tom Bellerby and two cats. And I’m tired. I whizzed up a pesto with mushrooms and spinach and so forth, fed it to everyone and now I’m feeling ready and happy to turn in and see this day off.
My downtime has been spent obsessing over vlogging equipment, having watched a couple of very well received people in my spheres of interest so are very very good at tech but have had their personalities removed surgically. Maybe I can make decent infirmative videos well enough that they offset the cost of the adventures I want to go on. It might be worth the effort based on what I’ve just spent hours consuming. Perfectly informative, but nobody knows why, nor do they have a handle on story. It’s missing something fundamental. But yeah that’s a long way down the line. Right now I can’t afford any stupid excursions.
Bedtime. I can enjoy this week for the fact I’m not crazy busy. I might do some attic movement of stuff. Can’t be a bad idea. Have oubliette, should use, better than it all being in plain sight in boxes.
That’s for tomorrow Al.
AlBarclay 