putter time

Puttering takes a lot of time with nothing to show for it except if you didn’t do it it wouldn’t show, I mean, it would show that you didn’t do it.

This is just to report that I puttered a lot today.

And I have nothing to show for it.

Maybe later.

So it’s later.

I went to a hospitality thing in the Apartment garden, and brought a neighbour home for dinner—the kind of dinner I would have only for a member of the family or a very close friend—corn on the cob. The corn is very good this year and I eat so much of it that I have to make corn broth every week.

I wrote some important letters today and I have some important writing to do. I think I’m coming back.

Don’t give up.

blog alert

Yesterday was a lovely day and I didn’t do anything, at least, not anything worth noticing. Today I’m back and finally getting on track.

I spent a lot of time with another collection of file folders and I’ve ended up surrounded by little piles of paper, read and sorted and labelled now (some tossed), designated for further work—things to re-label, to mail, to think about and/or to write about. That’s what blogs are for. Blog tomorrow.

Blog yesterday, blog tomorrow, but never blog today.

Well, maybe a peek…

Changing tastes: foam-cup-flavoured coffee, retsina, ghee, chocolate (chocolate pudding?) Tell me what you think.

Lateral thinking.

Dust.

Ironing. Permanent Press.

Physical spaces. Regardless of size, think of some nice spaces you’d like to be in. (Our cat always found lovely spaces to rest in, except the last one.)

Balcony gardens.

That’s enough.

More tomorrow.