Day 158 - Serial Flitter

It's the same rats. The ones I see at the top of the path that leads to the pond (Millfield Lane turned track). This morning, I saw them from a distance, so I stopped and watched. I think they're a couple. 


This morning's gift, on the way up Highgate West Hill, a shed roof that's always thick with moss, now dusted with pink blossoms from the tree above. Lovely people in the changing rooms when I arrived to swim (Ruth, Mary Bike-Politics, Jo), but once again, the pond was mine alone. Not a soul even thought about coming. I dragged it out a bit. I dallied. Yesterday's sun was nowhere to be seen, but there was a seriousness about the water today that pleased me; a calm.


A morning conference call for a job next week that turned out to be delightful. Not supposed to be fun, that sort of thing, but the human contact does me the world of good, it really does. I laughed. Possibly more than was necessary. Sarah Lonton was on that call. She always adds seasoning to a conversation. Good spice. Pleasing weaving today: Sarah Lonton and Rob Grundel. A truly jazz link-up. May it be smooth and head-bobby in the best of ways. 


Two jobs today, if not actually materialising, then mooted. And a chat with Jack - such a pleasure. Tomorrow is decision-time. Do it. Make some. Grow some, girl. Not sure where I'd put them, to be honest. 


Crouch End Library claims to be the creative hub of the community. I think they're right. Creative Writing every Wednesday (little did I know) and all sorts of other things. I failed to find a saxophonist, but it was just one afternoon. There's time. And I didn't even venture into Budgen's. 


Thank you for a blessed cancellation. Simone is a very skilled osteopath. My back is a rebellious teenager. It's lashing out. It's hunkering down with a skulk on. It's refusing to budge. Probably all it needs is a bit of love, but it's buggered if it's going to accept it. I am grateful for an agreement that means the months when I have earnt very little, she is happy to give me a consessionary rate for her magic, and the months I earn more healthily, I fly that flag and offer up the full rate. 


Thanks to Max for another Die Antwoord vid. To Jacky Wood for this:

http://redscharlach.tumblr.com/post/19565284869/otters-who-look-like-benedict-cumberbatch-a

As she says herself - how can the internet be bad when it produces things like this?

And this article, which I didn't get to - to much else going on:  http://tinyurl.com/7orfr3b

I spend so much time flitting that I'm never quite sure where I am. Get a grip. Honestly. Do it.