Apr. 8th, 2019 12:15 pm
Out and abroad
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muckefuckIt's full-on spring today (18°C and sunny) and I still haven't seen my elusive daffodil in bloom. We are starting to reach the point where if trees aren't in bud, we worry whether they survived the winter, starting with the smoketree out back. Saturday we broke off twigs to find the green wood and, ironically, the two branches with the most of it are the two I was already planning to trim. So now the question is whether it can be saved at all.
I spent a chunk of time out on the porch with the new neighbours, who were building themselves a new bench that they invited me to sit on and eat my supper. I'd already forgiven myself for failing to get together with the friend who'd asked me to help get him out of the house and for putting off doing the laundry until tonight, so I was able to relax and enjoy myself. They've got energy and plans for the landscaping and I'm realising I need to let go of some of my fear and allow them a fairly free hand.
A few hours earlier, I'd been on the roofdeck of Sidetrack sipping the first g 'n t of the season. It was fun, but also a bit odd; I was basically crashing of reunion of friends from Boston, who had flown out for a mutual acquaintance's birthday. I thought others from the birthday party the night before would be there, too, but there was only one and he was only there by chance, with friends of his own, so I begged off from coming along for dinner.
Which was a shame, because the guy in the group I'd most enjoyed meeting had been occupied all afternoon and only showed up shortly before everyone moved on. His husband, who'd lived in Chicago, and I had bonded somewhat at Touché the night before and I'd hope to spend more time with them. Maybe I'll finally have to make it out to Boston again.
I spent a chunk of time out on the porch with the new neighbours, who were building themselves a new bench that they invited me to sit on and eat my supper. I'd already forgiven myself for failing to get together with the friend who'd asked me to help get him out of the house and for putting off doing the laundry until tonight, so I was able to relax and enjoy myself. They've got energy and plans for the landscaping and I'm realising I need to let go of some of my fear and allow them a fairly free hand.
A few hours earlier, I'd been on the roofdeck of Sidetrack sipping the first g 'n t of the season. It was fun, but also a bit odd; I was basically crashing of reunion of friends from Boston, who had flown out for a mutual acquaintance's birthday. I thought others from the birthday party the night before would be there, too, but there was only one and he was only there by chance, with friends of his own, so I begged off from coming along for dinner.
Which was a shame, because the guy in the group I'd most enjoyed meeting had been occupied all afternoon and only showed up shortly before everyone moved on. His husband, who'd lived in Chicago, and I had bonded somewhat at Touché the night before and I'd hope to spend more time with them. Maybe I'll finally have to make it out to Boston again.