November 20th, 2009

Harlequin kitten

let's get ready to roomba!

Terrifying moment of horror! I spotted Margaret Beckett (the black-and-white cat from down the way) on the back fence. She was being very still (as cats often are) and has a slightly strangled look naturally, and for a moment I thought (horror of horrors) that she'd somehow hung herself on my solar-powered fairy lights. I dashed downstairs in my dressing gown and ran out back -- at which point of course Margaret gave me her usual timid stare and darted away into next door's garden. I spent the next ten minutes up on a garden chair in my dressing gown checking and rehanging the fairy lights to eliminate any possibility of a dangling loops nevertheless; better safe than sorry. Neigbours probably think I'm mad.

Going in a bit late this morning as the day got extended a bit yesterday. Two days in a row eating at 9-10pm! Long hours but good work, and the odd ambivalence that brings.

My knee's improved after a week containing a lot less deskwork and sitting down. We'll see how it goes next week. I may have to do some further tweaking of my chair.

Visual notes: the 80s, Comiket, the blinds in the morning, kitten stalks the Dorset Knobs.

apparently the 80s ICA: Comiket
the blinds in the morning kitten stalks the dorset knobs
envelopegirl

moments between posts - high winds and legendary mince pies

This also happened today:

  • 10:16 Our green box went flying in the high winds. The teenagers next door told us it was last seen blowing through traffic on iffley road.
  • 10:46 I?ve left the kitten and the roo,ba sharing the living room. Will Harlequin Day robot fighter strike again, or can they give peace a chance?
  • 11:01 She wears bright pink tights under opaque schoolish grey tights, each respectable step releases hints of outrageousness that lurk beneath.
  • 12:47 The shops are full of party clothes. A peacock scarf with devore velvet eyes; a grey dress with silver sequins falling down like rain.
  • 13:43 About to start composing a legend about combibos mince pies. It starts: Once, in a city square full of red and golden autumn leaves...