Day 346: Egg

Smoothness in things today. Grateful for that. Very. And for the fact that tomorrow, I'm going to do this big old workshop and it will be something special. Grateful for that, to 'things' and to my mum, who's helped me be able to do that, quite significantly.

Today was the first day of my new alarm sound. It will tire, but today, it delighted me no end to hear the scary-film-music start of Simon Says, followed by some nice bold notes and the words 'Get the fuck up!'. It wasn't designed to be an alarm ringtone, no, but it is very pleasing as one (for now). I can imagine a humourless morning where I have no patience with myself for ever having found that amusing. Or forgetting when I have 'company' and it falling a little flat. However, this morning I was blissfully dozy, alone and highly entertained. I declined the gentleman's invitation to the girls, in the next verse to 'rub on your titties', but I was appreciative of his tone.

Good egg

My housemates are really sweet eggs. That's a good thing to be grateful for. I like them. They are a rare pleasure - so the right way to be. I hardly see them, but when I do it's a delight. Good stuff.

Witch swim this morning. An invitation from a halloween-loving lady to come wearing a witch's hat and swim. I done better (in my world) and brought my hideous rubber half mask. Then I scared the shit out of a lot of people in it, persuaded a child to try it on (she was reluctant, but after her mum had tried it, she had a go and posed for a brilliant photo in it). And I swam in it. Coming up the steps felt like being in a film. I was, as always, a little bit tempted to keep it on, whack on the bike helmet and ride home. Limits my peripheral vision, though. However funny, that just won't do on a bike on the road. The swim was lovely. Mel and Gen were very sweet. There was a general high-pitchedness to the whole event and quite a lot of squealing, but it was hugely good-natured and lots of fun. 

Good egg

I had an invitation to a casting today and I can do the date. That's good, isn't it? I think so. And there were two very good dogs on the train. There's not much more than you can ask, really, especially tho on the 'getting wet' front. We'll see

Unforgivably bad egg

It's been a pretty happy evening at my mum's house, having dinner, playing tabletennis (I LOVE it), then a little bit of cello. I've forgotten so much, but I managed to make some sounds a bit like the start of Bach's Suite 1 for solo cello. I brought it with me on photocopy. I got lost when I had to read the music a bit more properly and i could feel my hands tense, but it was lovely to be able to make some music. And it's a huge and happy thing that the evening can be so relaxed. That... Now that... that's really pretty good.