Tuesday, March 27, 2007


I have had the nicest morning - and in to the afternoon, too.

Went to my favourite book group at my favourite cafe in town this morning. The book had been "The Way By Swann's" by Proust. Quite why it is no longer called "Swann's Way" we none of us could fathom, despite the rambling explanation in the translator's foreword.

Now, this is a book that I had always intended, wanted to read. When I finally got to it, I was dreadfully ashamed to realise that I couldn't. I found it entirely unreadable. I would start a sentence, which would then stagger on through many clauses and sub-clauses, until I reached the end, by which time I had forgotten what I had read at the beginning. so back I would go to read it over, only to find that it didn't make any sense anyway. The deep shame. The mind had to be going.

Until I get to the group to find that three quarters of those present had felt exactly the same thing, and of the three who had finished, two had ground on just to be obstinate and would never, ever, read another, and the third - well, was just a swot!

Oh, the relief!

So we sat there for another hour just chatting about this and that, little things like the DSM's health, that one of them had just had an episode of renal failure, another a massive anaphylactic shock, how we all liked crime novels, and the benefits of getting the dreaded bus pass.......

Then himself joined us, and he and I did a little organic produce shopping and then had lunch in the same cafe, who do the nicest veggie burgers with salads, and great juices, each one freshly made to order. Good jazz as muzak, too.

After which, we trolled over to the computer geeks place and arranged for them to come and have a look-see at our geriatric system, which is going to drive me to cybercide any day now. Rebooting several times a day is not my idea of fun. At the very least I shall get them to rig up my laptop so I can access the internet and then the pc can do what it damn well chooses. But forgetting the annoyance with that, it is a Good Thing to be getting under way.

And then home, on a glorious spring day, blue skies, gentle breeze, moderately warm - I flung open windows left and right, including the new one in the workroom roof for the first time. In poured the light, and wonderful birdsong, the liquid calling of a spring blackbird, wrens, robins - even the odd squirrel...not to mention the odd thudding of furry paws.

er - this wasn't here before......

er - wot's this, then?

neelix on roof

Shall I just pretend that they aren't calling to me out of a hole in the roof that wasn't there before?

seen from the window

Oh, well, we'll just sit here in the sunshine until they have calmed down a bit.......


Sara said...

Aha: Methinks I spy a *pond*!

(clasps hand over mouth, runs away quickly, chortling merrily)

kimd said...

It's Proust, for heaven's sake!! I think the man learned to write prose from an attorney specializing in commercial retail leases!!
This falls into the category of "life is too short" - glad to see most of your book group realized this as well.
The cats - no surprise there.

beadlizard said...

Complete agreement about Proust!!!

Love the cats.

Leigh said...

Ah, I see that you aren't the only one who enjoys the birdsong. Sounds like a lovely day. Good luck with your computer!

Marie said...

Sweet pictures. I love the expression on Neelix face while he is on the roof.

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