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Exposed to ridicule

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It has been a dismal day; doing something silly was the most readily available anodyne.  Luckily a stash of disposable overalls has, for reasons far too complicated to recount, been lurking in the back of a wardrobe for years.

My lack of skill in figurative art came out again in a horrible parody of that lovely weed, the germander speedwell.

But anyway I peacefully devoted half an hour to making myself ridiculous.

Where have I been?

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Watching with my eyes closed

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It has been a day full of recalcitrances, various:  rusted-in bolts;  institutional forms that nothing human could complete without error; the Great Document Hunt of 2019; the sheer physical resistance of damp grass.

So yes; the advantage of a familiar film – knowing what the pops, whoops, scratching noises, clicks, and occasional explosions mean without having to actually look.  I took to the recliner and duly reclined.

Screen time

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I’m listening to The Martian (Weir) more or less on repeat:  presumably my psyche bracing for adversity.  Finding and printing a map was a fiddle, though not nearly as much of a fiddle as retrieving the family cookbook from ancient Appleworks into pdf into Word, adding in bits from Pages en route.

Not on screen:  one or two of the pegged-down begonia leaves are trying, but not the red ones, which insist on dissolving into the compost.

Dust and ashes

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August isn’t necessarily the best month to incinerate the past, and my face is now very pink, but at least there is no heatwave at the moment, and nor did I set the chimney on fire in my enthusiasm.

Difficult to say which bits of paper were most depressing; the invoices for emergency dental treatment were a definite low point, however.

Idling

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Wednesday.

Bother Oxford, I thought sniffily, going out as the rain slowed.  So I turned left, interested by the curious mixture of pretension and seediness that characterised the area.  (Click an image for the gallery)

Today I travelled home.  Someone burned the toast at Oxford station and we evacuated, but luckily that was the only drama.

Imposition schemes

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Boss-eyed with e-books, working on an imposition scheme seemed restful, until the prototype went wrong for the third time.

The traditional method (poundage a little excessive):

Being impatient, I also tried the modern method, in spite of a curious smell, which might have been the microwaved elastic bands.  It sort of worked; though it is surprising how much water there was in these few small specimens.  At least it used up the stack of essay drafts as blotting paper, a fate that they well deserved.