A Belated Birthday Gift

Jun. 20th, 2025 10:49 am
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For most of June, I received rejections from publishers pretty much daily. But yesterday, the day after my birthday, I received two acceptances in a row: one for a short story called "Ghost Honey," and the other for a poem called "Removed." I'll share the details of the publications once I get publication dates and contracts sorted out. It was a nice birthday surprise.

Pre-orders are now open for the Harvest Moon anthology published by Moonlit Getaway. My story "Sirens Don't Swim Underwater" is featured within. I think the release date is September 23, 2025.

Way back in March, I did a reading with Strong Women Strange Worlds. The video is now live. I'm the first reader with my story "The Last Trench," a tale about a haunted tree.

After 30 Years

Jun. 20th, 2025 08:27 am
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 We hadn't seen Joyce in something like 30 years. No problem. It could have been 30 minutes. We just carried on as we always have done. Friendship never ends (that's Yeats again) or as I said to her (and it's one of my favourite things to say) "Time is an illusion." 

She's been visiting Eastbourne with a bunch of "wrinklies" (her word)  on a coach holiday. Yesterday she spent the morning with us at the Meeting House. Our Quakers were lovely with her. They're a friendly crowd.

She's had good weather for it. Temperatures in the mid 20s. 

Thankful Thursday

Jun. 19th, 2025 11:42 am
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Today I am thankful for...

  • My keyboard arriving last Friday without any problems. NO thanks to FedEx, which has failed to deliver m's keyboard to their home in Seattle. Twice.
  • Remembering a very little bit of how to sight-read.
  • Finally solving my audio input problem. NO thanks to Zoom and Audacity, which fail in entirely orthogonal ways to sanely handle my UA-25.
  • Thanks to them, however, for at least allowing the system default as a device. Differently, of course.
  • Linux command-line tools, including (but not limited to) Grep, Find, Ls, Sed, and of course Bash, for always being there when I need to do some trivial but off-the-wall bit of data-mining. Like listing all Thankful Thursday posts with fewer than four list items.
    $ for f in ../2*/*/*thank*; do echo $(grep "li>" $f | wc -l) $f; done |grep ^[2-3] 
      3 ../2019/09/12--thankful-thursday.html
      3 ../2020/06/05--thankful-friday.html
      3 ../2020/06/25--thankful-thursday.html
      3 ../2021/04/25--thankful-sunday.html
      3 ../2022/02/24--thankful-thursday.html
      2 ../2025/01/03--thankful-thursday-addendum.html
      2 ../2025/06/12--thankful-thursday.html
    

NO thanks to 2025!me for continued procrastination., and NO thanks to 2022!me, for letting the MakeStuff/music toolchain languish with no maintenance and inadequate documentation, making it way harder than necessary to put a two-song concert set online. Which might get done this week.

The Savage God

Jun. 19th, 2025 09:31 am
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 I've had Maxwell's Silver Hammer popping into my head for weeks now.

It's a song the other Beatles hated- mainly because McCartney took it so seriously and made them work overtime to get it right.

They thought it was a throwaway bit of Granny music, but it ain't. For one thing it's about a mass murderer, for another it treats its subject with unbecoming levity. It's nihilistic but cheerful with it- in the best tradition of Mr Punch and the English music hall. 

And this morning I stumbled across a piece of info that pulled everything together:

Macca had been taking an interest in Alfred Jarry, That's why "pataphysical"- a Jarry coinage- crops up in the first verse.

Jarry, you may or may not know, wrote a play called Ubu Roi- about an obscene little fat man who murders his way to the throne of Poland. It is absurd, scatalogical and an affront to all the decencies. Yeats was at the first night in 1896, cheering it on, but then went away and was sad because he knew it meant the end of the Celtic Twilight and all that greenery-yallery stuff that was his stock in trade and he'd have to toughen up if he wanted to survive in the new artistic environment. "After us," he wrote, "The savage gods."

Ever since he erupted onto the political scene I've thought of Donald Trump as Jarryesque. He's the living image of Pere Ubu. The savage god come into his own at last, or- Yeats again- the rough beast prophesied in "The Second Coming."

So here's the whole lineage: Mr Punch, Pere Ubu, Maxwell Edison, Donald Trump....

Maxwell's Silver Hammer is a song for our times. 

Picture Diary 95

Jun. 18th, 2025 04:03 pm
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Picture Diary 95

1. You called?

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2. What are you doing here?

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3. Through the Stargate

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4. Friends

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5. Treat it with care

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6. Lotus

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Unreal

Jun. 18th, 2025 10:42 am
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 A few more days and we'll be half way through 2025. Six more months and we'll be in the second quarter of the century.....

The 20th century was a drag. At least towards the end it was. Year after year after year- and the Millenium still such a long way off!  As Ray Davies wrote at some point during that slow, slow process, "I'm a 20th century man but I don't want to die here...."

But now the 21st century is flying past.....

It's A Mystery

Jun. 17th, 2025 09:07 am
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 "Should I know any of these people?" asked Ailz from the next room

"Which people?"

"The people in the photograph on the mantlepiece."

"There is no photograph on the mantlepiece."

"Yes there is. Come and see...."

And indeed there was. I hadn't put it there, Ailz hadn't put it there. I asked Carolina  and she said it had been there when she entered the room and she'd carefully dusted round it.

Here's the photograph. I knew the image but I hadn't known we possessed this particular print. It shows a bunch of young people in fancy dress posing with some elders who have moved beyond that kind of frivolity. The only ones I can certainly identify are my grandmother and her three sisters- Ethel, Kathleen and Joan. Violet, my granny, is in the back row just off centre holding a parasol. My guess is she and the other parasol carriers are dressed as the "three little maids from school" from Gilbert and Sullivan's Mikado. Joan, my favourite great aunt, is the kiddie in the foreground in the feathery hat holding what I think is a toy trumpet.

("For, God's sake, someone take it off her. She'll deafen us all!")

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Did granny put the photo on the mantlepiece? Did Joan? Did they conspire together? What are they trying to say?

That they're still around?

Well, of course they are.

June 15-16: M Visiting

Jun. 17th, 2025 12:17 am
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 Sunday, June 15

M texted around 8:45AM to let us know he'd arrive around 1PM. I was already awake and got up shortly after he texted, got breakfast, and let Dad know the expected arrival time. Around 10:30AM, I called Mom to ask her about lunch and if she wanted us to wait and bring M when he arrived. She'd had a rough morning and did not have any appetite, so was fine with waiting. 

I was feeling groggy, so went back to bed around 11AM to try to nap. I didn't really sleep; I read some and lay in bed with my eyes closed for a while instead. It was restful, though, and I felt better when I dragged myself out of bed at 12:50PM so I'd be dressed when M got in. As I dressed, I felt ridiculous for taking M's estimate as Exact Time Of Arrival because no one's gonna know the minute they'll arrive when they're driving 4+ hours.

Then at 1PM, as I emerged from the laundry room, I saw Rosie, M's dog. "Rosie! You must have brought M." After a minute or two, when M did not appear, I told Dad, "Look! We've mysteriously acquired a dog. This is great!"

M came into the living room (he'd been putting stuff down out of sight in in the guest bedroom) and said, "Your new dog has brought a dog walker with her."

"Ooh best dog accessory."

M remembered it was Father's Day and wished Dad a happy Father's Day, so I did that too. We are not big on holidays in my family anymore.

Lyric came downstairs to check on me and saw Rosie. 

Rosie: (OwO what's this?) *comes over to investigate*

Lyric: (OH HELL NO) *bristles up and hisses*

Rosie: (New fren? Fren? Sniff?) *attempts to sniff*

Lyric: *jumps at Rosie, landing claws on her face, then springs back, otherwise standing her ground* (you can't turn your back on a monster because then they'll CHASE YOU and that's worse)

Rosie: *starts back, puzzled*

Rosie: (but we're still gonna be frens right? new fren?)

M came over and verified that Rosie was unharmed (she was). I came over and sat down between them to reassure Lyric and to protect Rosie from further assaults. 

Lyric: (okay well this is craptastic I need to hide in the garage now)

I let Lyric into the garage, which is fortunately her happy place anyway. I brought her lunch and a bowl of water into it for her (it already has a litter box). 

When I went upstairs, Rosie tried to follow, but I told her "No" sternly, and she didn't attempt to come in the room. I closed the door on her, because I wanted to keep my room free of dog-scent for Lyric. I called Mom to ask about lunch again, and she asked for subs, so I ordered those. Dad, M and I left together; I drove because M had his rental car set up with a dog hammock in the backseat. 

At the nursing facility, we asked about bringing Rosie. Dog visitors are fine! They wanted proof she'd been vaccinated, but the receipt M had on his phone for her last vaccinations was sufficient. We figured we'd bring Rosie with us on Monday. 

We chatted during the visit, then headed home around 3:30PM. We drove through a rain squall on the way home. It'd stopped by the time we got there, but I drove over to the gym anyway because the clouds were still threatening and I don't like walking in rain. I asked M if he wanted to come with me, but he passed. I'd thought this was a weight day and was disappointed when I checked my phone and discovered I'd done weights on the 14th. Oops. I used the stair climber for 21 minutes. My pulse rate didn't get as high as usual on the 2 setting, so I moved up to 3 for most of it, yay: slightly less boring. Still listening to Tress, but only while at the gym instead of during the drive, since M and I talked during the drive.

At home, I convinced Lyric to come upstairs and get a snack, then sat at my computer for a bit. Lyric started growling from her perch on the back of the loveseat, and I turned to the door to see Rosie peering through the opening; I'd left it cracked so Lyric could go to the litter box downstairs if necessary.

Rosie: (I know I can't come in but I can LOOK right??)

Lyric: (OH HELL NO).

Me: "M! Please call your dog."

M got Rosie back downstairs. Lyric retreated behind the computer, where she stared distrustfully at the door. The next time I went downstairs, she wanted to return to hiding in the garage, so I let her.

It was garbage night, so I stuffed the last of the packing paper into the recycling bin, and then started on the cardboard boxes. The flattened boxes were too big to fit in the recycling bin, and folding them further did not work for cramming them in. So I spent some time tearing them into chunks small enough to fit. I strained my right wrist doing so; it still hurt the next day.

In the evening, I watched most of a "Poker Face" episode with Dad & M. I checked on Lyric a few times, but she was unwilling to emerge from the garage. Even hours after M went to bed and took Rosie with him, closing the bedroom door so Rosie would stay in, Lyric preferred the garage. She'd come inside, sniff at the laundry room floor for a minute, go "NOPE", and return to the garage.

I did a little drawing and editing as it got late. Started over on the hair for the Delphia portrait. It's coming out better this time. Mostly I caught up on journaling, though.

Monday, June 16

I woke around 6AM and went to the bathroom, then checked if I could coax Lyric inside. She was not enthusiastic, but came in and followed me upstairs after a bit. I opened the snack box for her, then went back to bed. Lyric came over to the bed, but took up a perch on the desk behind my head, where she could glare suspiciously at the door. When I came downstairs for breakfast around 9AM, Lyric returned to the garage. 

M had to take Rosie to a vet appointment at 2:30, so his plan was to bring Rosie to visit Mom, then drive from there to the vet. "So we can take two separate cars. Unless you want to go to the vet with us.

Me: *thinks about this*

Me: "If I go with you to the vet, I don't have to drive."

M: "Sure, we can take my car."

Me: "Sounds great." 

I don't hate driving, but it's so much nicer to ride than drive. 

When I called Mom about lunch, she didn't know what she wanted, so I suggested their favorite nearby Asian place. She was good with that. They had an online ordering page, but it wouldn't let me set up a pickup time before noon. So I got M's order, made sure Dad didn't want me to order something as leftovers for him (he was going to poker instead of visiting Mom), then called in the order a little after 11AM, for pickup in 20 minutes. 

 

I usually have my parents pay when we pick up food for Mom, but since I wasn't paying online, I paid in person with my own card. I could've brought Mom's card but eh, figured it wouldn't hurt to buy my own lunch for a change. 

When I remarked on this later to M, he said, "We can add you as an authorized user to their card if you want? I just use Dad's card when I'm buying something for them, but since you're here and buying things in person for them, might be more convenient."

Me: "Eh. I can use Mom's card when I have to. But it would be handy to have a card I could keep in my wallet. I guess if it's really easy to do--"

M: "Oh yes, you just ask for it online."

Me: "In that case, sure, let's do it."

M commented, "I also didn't want it to affect my credit -- you know, keeping everything separate. Not that it would have a big impact."

That made sense at first, and then I went, "Wait, does being an authorized user affect your credit? I thought it didn't because you're not responsible for the payments."

M thought that it could. I searched online on the subject that night, and the answer is "usually but not always." Most credit card companies report under the names of authorized users and not just the account holder, but not all of them. So it varies. I'm surprised it gets reported at all, or that credit scoring agencies incorporate it; it seems like "you know a person who will let you spend their money and that person pays their bills" would not be that meaningful in predicting if you will pay your bills. But there you go. Maybe knowing people who pay their bills is a predictor of individual behavior, idk. I am not concerned about it; I have excellent credit and so do my parents, and I barely use mine anyway.

We had a good visit with Mom, and she was really happy to eat something different -- she even ate more of lunch than usual -- so that worked well.

I had planned to go to the gym after the vet appointment. My wrist still hurt from tearing up boxes on Sunday night, so I thought it might be a good idea to let it rest and just do cardio. But by the time we neared home, I wanted a nap and decided to skip the gym entirely. 

While I napped, the social worker called and left a message asking me to call back about transport for Mom. It was after 6PM when I woke and got the message, so I just wrote down the number. I'll call tomorrow.

I watched some more "Poker Face" in the evening with M and Dad, though I went upstairs while M watched the episode with the pig-tailed demon child. I had seen most of that episode already, and the one bit I'd missed was a bit I really didn't want to watch. (It's a good episode but oof. M described it as "the darkest episode" of the show afterwards, which I thought was funny because most of the episodes are murder mysteries and no people get killed in this one. But I could see his point. I mean, it did have a bit that I did not want to watch because I considered it too painful.) I tried bringing Lyric upstairs, but she was having none of it while Rosie was loose, and even after Rosie was in M's room for the night, Lyric still wanted to go back to the garage the next time I went downstairs. 

Lyric is Not Enjoying this visit, poor kitty.

I had M give me the passwords for Dad's Amazon account, so I can order stuff for them through that and generate fewer confusing alerts for M. I also got the streaming passwords and the Tivo account password, so that hopefully if Dad's TV gets logged off, I can get it logged in again without calling M. We haven't had the issue with Dad's TV getting logged off in some months, though. They used to have internet access from one provider and phone service from another, and the second provider also had a wifi network that existed but didn't provide internet. We got rid of the second provider entirely and that may've made the TV less confused about how to connect and solved the issue.

I also discussed the Hoyer lift option with M; the nursing facility didn't volunteer to send her home with one, but we could get one and may need it. We decided to stick with not getting it for now. If it turns out we need it, I can always ask for it later.

I also finally remembered to take another look at the transfer-board-like object. It's not identical to the one the facility uses, though it's similar. I want to have them order a transfer board for me because while I don't know what else this might be, I don't think it's appropriate for the task -- it's got some reinforcing pieces of wood on one side that gives it an extra inch of height and that'd just make it more awkward to use for transfering.

I wanted to catch up on journaling tonight, and have done so, which is good. I haven't done anything creative today and it's now after midnight, though. Time to finish Time Princess dailies and go to bed. 

Lose Some, Win Some

Jun. 16th, 2025 11:18 am
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The reading at the Waterloo Bookfest was not my best. It was a cool and blustery day, and I read The Qalupalik from a printout on a single piece of paper. Normally, this would not have been a problem, but I was getting a lot of feedback from the microphone and had to grab the mic in one hand and hold the flapping piece of paper in the other while I moved further away from the stage monitor to get clear, unscreechy sound. Because I couldn't hold the paper in both hands, I got lost a few times during my reading. To top it off, there was a group of 12-year-old boys behind me being little shits. I was a little 12-year-old shit, once, too. It's a rite of passage, I think. They were roughhousing and once I finished my reading, one of them came up to the mic and made a big show of thanking everyone for clapping for him. All the while, he kept shooting looks at his friends to make sure they knew how cool he was. Oh, cringey tweens. You're only cool to one another. Hahah!

I have another reading coming up. I'm a featured performer at the Huron Multicultural Festival in Goderich, Ontario on June 28. I'll be taking the stage at 12:15 and this time, I will be prepared for cringey 12-year-olds, screechy feedback, and noisome gusts of wind. Prepare yourself for some spooky tales!

In other news, I've received dozens and dozens of rejections. For all the publications I get, folks are mostly unaware of how many things do NOT get published. I haven't done a specific count for a year, but I did count in May. I sent out 61 submissions. I had I had 23 rejections. I had three acceptances. It can take anywhere from a few hours to a couple of years to hear back from any particular magazine/anthology. Sometimes they never respond at all. And sometimes, things will be accepted, and then they never get around to sending a contract or responding to any further communications. Publishing can be a very frustrating endeavour.

All that being said, I've had three rejections since last night, and a couple of publications so far this month.

Flash Flood published my tiny tale of terror Overdrawn.

Terrain.org has published my short story If You Listen, a cautionary tale from the POV of Sedna, mother of the sea.

As I mentioned before, my poem "Angakkuq," as published by On Spec Magazine, is a finalist for the Aurora Awards. Voting is now open to members of the CSFFA (Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association. You do not need to be an author to be a member. Membership is only ten bucks, and for that low price, you get a voters' package which includes all of the finalists for the year. This includes full-length novels, short stories, poetry, illustrations, and more. You don't have to vote for me (although I won't complain if you do), but I'd love to have you read my poem as well as check out the amazing work by Canadian writers and illustrators. The money supports speculative fiction in Canada.

Tenebrous Press has shared a mini interview with me. My story "The Snow Hath No Queen" is a winner of their Brave New Weird award, and will be published later this month in their anthology. It looks fantastic! You can order it here.

Regulars

Jun. 16th, 2025 08:26 am
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The Landlord, who we hadn't met before, said the only place he could seat us was out in the garden, but the waitress made protesting noises and said, "No, no, no; they're regulars"- and he changed his mind and nodded us towards a seat in the corner of the bar area which had a notice on it saying "Drinkers Only". This was all very gratifying.....

Done Since 2025-06-08

Jun. 15th, 2025 05:40 pm
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I think this was one of those weeks that makes me want to give up on trying to characterize my week. It wasn't particularly good, it wasn't particularly bad, I didn't get a whole lot done, the US had a lot of mostly-peaceful No Kings" demonstrations, but it also had political assassinations in Minnesota alongside other symptoms of its slide into fascism.

Last Sunday was the 23rd anniversary of this blog's founding, back on LJ. Today is the 27th Father's Day since my Dad's death in February of 1999, and I've been kind of wrecked since Thursday. The keyboard I ordered on Tuesday arrived Friday; it's flawed but will do what we need it to. The one I ordered for m has not arrived yet. I may have the start of a toothache.

Thursday was my first, and so far only, Thankful Thursday post ever with only two items. Since then, both of my kids wished me a happy Father's Day, so next week should have at least that many. I had a blood tests and a CT scan done last week, but I won't get to talk with a doctor about them until tomorrow.

See what I mean?

Here -- give a listen to the recordings of my and m's 2-song "set" at DFDF two weeks ago. In keeping with the theme of the week, the first verse and a half of Millennium's Dawn got cut off thanks to technical difficulties.

Notes & links, as usual )

Traipsing

Jun. 15th, 2025 07:21 am
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 "Now I remember why we used to like coming to Tonbridge," said Ailz as we traipsed from charity shop to charity shop.  Tonbridge High Street has so many of them. She bought a dress for herself and one for Wendy- who had treated us to lunch- and I bought a straw hat (made in China, of course.)

"Traipse" is a word I like to use. It has weariness built into it. Traipsing is so much more tiring than a good brisk walk over the same distance would be. 

Yesterday was hot and still. I felt I needed that hat to keep the sun off. Oh, how my feet hurt and my legs ached!
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I have a question about eye safety, maybe someone here can advise me on.

Apropos of the protests going on, I've seen a lot of helpful pointers about preparing for getting tear gassed or pepper sprayed, such as not to wear contacts and to have tight-fitting chemists' goggles. But not wearing vision correction is not an option for those who need it, and the alternative to contacts is glasses, which are apparently incompatible with most eye protection from gas or particulates.

I am aware of the existence of some models of full-face gas mask that have internal mounting hardware for glasses, but in addition to being expensive themselves, they require getting lenses made and fitted to the gas mask (i.e. not compatible with regular glasses). I'm surmising the existence of these means that other, cheaper, spectacle-compatible eye protection doesn't really exist, but I thought I'd ask.

My personal interest in the topic is less about protecting myself from chemical ordnance at protests – I only wish I could attend protests (though if things got spicy in the right location I suppose I could collect my fair share of tear gas at home) – than from wildfire smoke. The conjunction of the No Kings protests and the local air quality alerts from fires in Canada reminded me I should really be doing some preparation in this space.

I'm allergic to smoke. (It turns out it wasn't con crud I kept getting at Pennsic.) My reactivity to smoke only seems to be gradually getting worse over time. So when I've heard reports or seen pictures from the left coast of the sorts of wildfire smog they have there, I'm like "...not enough steroids in the world." I mostly manage this threat by not crossing the Mississippi, but it could happen here. Or upwind of here. It has. If not quite so "blot out the sun" bad, certainly bad enough for me to feel it.

So I've been looking at half-face elastomeric respirators, but that leave eyes unprotected.

Any suggestions?

Edit: I'm getting a lot of suggestions that aren't really helpful because:

1) Most safety goggles are for protection against impact or splashes, and as such literally have vent holes that make them useless against gases and airborne particulates.

2) Involve buying a prescription eyepiece. The whole point of my question was looking for alternatives to buying additional prescription lenses. Like I said, I am already aware of options that entail ordering custom lenses, I am looking for alternatives that don't involve that and are compatible with regular glasses the wearer already has.

There may not be any*, which would be good to know, but that is the question.

Allow me to put a finer point on this. If there is no affordable, readily available option for eye protection against gas/powder attacks for people who are dependent on vision correction, then that implies something important about protest safety that is entirely missing from all of the discourse of the sort that recommends having a gas mask to go to a protest.

* Since posting, I learned the term PAPR, and am now wondering why they're so expensive and whether that's a technology ripe for DIY.

Hey AI — hands off my em-dash

Jun. 14th, 2025 02:03 am
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My fave is the semicolon; however, I refuse to cede em-dashes or any other punctuation marks to ChatGPT.

These attacks on the em dash — a ChatGPT hyphen? How very dare you! — have in turn blazed across social media spaces populated by the kind of folks who will tell you, unprompted, that they have a favorite punctuation mark and what it is. (It is very likely the em dash.) — https://www.salon.com/2025/06/11/ai-cant-have-my-em-dash/

Nature Boy

Jun. 14th, 2025 07:39 am
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 They promised us a thunderstorm. It would blanket the south-east, they said. Lots of banging and flashing. In the event we got some flashing but hardly any noise. This morning's weather is hot, damp and oppressive. 

Yesterday's weather, building up to the storm, was sunny and still. I pursued my resolution to ground myself by going round without shoes and socks. It's nice to feel the grass underfoot. Towards evening as it grew cooler I got the lawn mower out. For that I put some shoes on.

You gotta be careful round lawn mowers. Last year, first time I cut the grass, I wasn't paying attention and tripped over ithe mower and almost certainly broke a rib or two. I didn't tell anyone because I hate to make a fuss, but there was pain for several weeks- and I had to steel myself every time I turned over in bed.

Back to the grounding. There was a period of my life when I was Nature Boy and all but dispensed with shoes. Memory tells me I once walked the mile or so into town barefooted in the snow but surely Memory is lying......

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