I don’t mean to rub it in but I shall be afloat again tomorrow. If it helps, I can go because I do not have any work, and work equals income, until Monday.
I didn’t mean to post twice tonight, but MasterB is outside, I have finished The Tidal Zone, and I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to clear some space in my laptop’s memory. I’m hoping the next book group book will be delivered before I leave. It’s Jane Gardam’s The Queen of the Tambourine which I thought I had, but if I do it’s buried deep in the bookshelves. The library doesn’t have it, so I ordered a second hand copy from AbeBooks. My idea is to sit on das Boot and read it.
Night is falling earlier. It’s an unwelcome reminder that bare-toed days are numbered. We are two months past the longest day so just four months off the longest night. Grabbing time at das Boot before the temperatures drop is a priority. I shan’t venture far; some short walks locally, maybe drive to Reach and the organic farm.
Maybe I’ll do some writing. I doubt it. I have research to do for some work coming up in September and I shan’t take that with me either. No, this’ll be downtime with MasterB; building, I hope, on positive boating experiences for him.
Though recently we have been there when few people have been about and it is a bank holiday weekend, so this may be a challenge.
I shall probably be Nephewless. Nephew, who is going to be a parent in a couple of weeks if all goes well, has a full weekend of activities planned, and Older Nephew tells me he is again going to the cricket with Charlie who I thought was in Wales. I got an unexpectedly warm and fuzzt feeling feeling when I got that message. I suppose if you have known someone since the first days of their life you continue to be pleased when things go well for them.
My eyelids are drooping, so I shall see if Himself is ready to come indoors. Sweet dreams one and all.