Cíbe treo atá in ndán
Sep. 15th, 2013 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbI woke at 0630 with a purring cat on my foot, and rolled over to go back to sleep.
It was a good day. The sun had all September's brightness and the last warmth of summer on the blackberries. I walked northeast with the parent after noon, trailing the coast all the way to the passage tombs on the headland, where the shore lies open to your vision south to Skerries and north clear to Drogheda and beyond, colours so sharp you'd cut yourself on the greens, sea a drowning blue glittering with light. The tide low, seaweed-scented and thick with brine. We sat on the mound's half-circle tiny rampart and listened to small animals rustle in the brambles and the farmer's field of dying soya beans.
Two hours' worth of walking, slowly. Then to the supermarket for shopping, and home for burgers and cold sliced carrot and cucumber. I'm still addicted to Coca-Cola: I had my weekly treat on Thursday but the sight of all those special-offer bottles in the supermarket had my tongue thick and dry, and my resolve rather cracked before them.
Two review-like things from the to-do list hit the dust tonight, for a total of ~900 words. It strikes me that even in a slow week I write ~700-1500 words, even leaving aside my thesis. It's no wonder that my inclination to blog about things is not very high...
It was a good day. The sun had all September's brightness and the last warmth of summer on the blackberries. I walked northeast with the parent after noon, trailing the coast all the way to the passage tombs on the headland, where the shore lies open to your vision south to Skerries and north clear to Drogheda and beyond, colours so sharp you'd cut yourself on the greens, sea a drowning blue glittering with light. The tide low, seaweed-scented and thick with brine. We sat on the mound's half-circle tiny rampart and listened to small animals rustle in the brambles and the farmer's field of dying soya beans.
Two hours' worth of walking, slowly. Then to the supermarket for shopping, and home for burgers and cold sliced carrot and cucumber. I'm still addicted to Coca-Cola: I had my weekly treat on Thursday but the sight of all those special-offer bottles in the supermarket had my tongue thick and dry, and my resolve rather cracked before them.
Two review-like things from the to-do list hit the dust tonight, for a total of ~900 words. It strikes me that even in a slow week I write ~700-1500 words, even leaving aside my thesis. It's no wonder that my inclination to blog about things is not very high...
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Date: 2013-09-15 10:03 am (UTC)