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hawkwing_lb) wrote2013-06-08 08:12 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2013-06-08 08:12 pm
Peaches
I will miss peaches after Tuesday. They are sweet and juicy and taste like summer, like nothing in Ireland: ripeness flooding the tongue, rich and yellow and stinging on a cut lip.
Yesterday, I went out for a walk. The sky had clouded over grey and threatened rain: there was a pleasant coolness about, and in consequence I headed up to the acropolis. But no sooner had I reached the Place Of No Shade (big, white, treeless, no, it has no shade), did the sun come out. I refused to be cheated of my walk, and so, in consequence, I ended up slightly enpinkened last night.
Hey, back home rain means no need to wear sun cream all day. How was I to know it was all a fakeout, here?
But at least I'm not one of lobster brigade. It's already fading to tan.
I spent today, with the exception of a brief trip out to get more protein, working on a powerpoint and some supplemental information for my conference paper. Wrestling with this for hours - with something that will take twenty minutes to give, with a small list of extra information probably no one will even read - it occurs to me how much hard work and effort go into making things look easy and effortless. I thought I knew this already: but not, it turns out, quite viscerally enough.
Tangentially related: I am going home on Tuesday. I am going home because I do not have enough cope - nor, to be entirely honest, enough cash - to put stage two of the Greek travel plan - have fun and a holiday - into action. I now have forty euro to get home on, or a little less. Grant me no disasters, O Hermes, for it is as yet twelve days until I get paid, unless the freelance cheque comes promptly on Monday.
Yesterday, I went out for a walk. The sky had clouded over grey and threatened rain: there was a pleasant coolness about, and in consequence I headed up to the acropolis. But no sooner had I reached the Place Of No Shade (big, white, treeless, no, it has no shade), did the sun come out. I refused to be cheated of my walk, and so, in consequence, I ended up slightly enpinkened last night.
Hey, back home rain means no need to wear sun cream all day. How was I to know it was all a fakeout, here?
But at least I'm not one of lobster brigade. It's already fading to tan.
I spent today, with the exception of a brief trip out to get more protein, working on a powerpoint and some supplemental information for my conference paper. Wrestling with this for hours - with something that will take twenty minutes to give, with a small list of extra information probably no one will even read - it occurs to me how much hard work and effort go into making things look easy and effortless. I thought I knew this already: but not, it turns out, quite viscerally enough.
Tangentially related: I am going home on Tuesday. I am going home because I do not have enough cope - nor, to be entirely honest, enough cash - to put stage two of the Greek travel plan - have fun and a holiday - into action. I now have forty euro to get home on, or a little less. Grant me no disasters, O Hermes, for it is as yet twelve days until I get paid, unless the freelance cheque comes promptly on Monday.