Those times when, struggling to make a decision, I busy myself everywhere else as an unhelpful distraction.
A moody sky in Bristol this evening.
A quiet and restful celebration of 58 orbits round the sun, today. 🎂
Finished reading: Billy Summers by Stephen King. My first Stephen King book and I thoroughly enjoyed it. 📚
When the Weather fits the Mood
Yesterday it was pouring with rain outside, really pouring. The proximity of my parents’ top floor flat to the roof amplified the sound of the falling water. For the most part the rest of the day was overcast, it was humid. Today is the same, perhaps a little clearer. Following my father’s passing away on Tuesday, this weather has been a real comfort to me. I don’t want to venture far from my parents’ home at the moment, feeling safe and comfortable here, while feeling raw and vulnerable in my emotions.
The distant, deep sound of the bell in the University of Bristol’s Wills Memorial Building chiming 7:00am.
My dad passed away last night.
The Cycle of Life
I’m walking to the shops, walking down back streets, residential streets instead of the main road. I find more joy and interest in looking at the houses and front yards instead the busy main street. Houses that I use to pass most every day as a kid. I haven’t been back to Bristol to visit my parents for two years. COVID has been the culprit there. I wasn’t planning on visiting until next year when hopefully COVID might have been a little quieter.
Urban commuter route.
The first bird songs of the morning.
Whoops, what happened there? Micro.blog just gave me a Bad Gateway error for a couple of minutes? It seems to be functioning fine now.
cc @manton
Sometimes grey, overcast mornings are the best to wake up to.
How phones used to be…and this one works.
Well I lost that one, but it was fun to play Rummikub with my sister last night, with mum looking on to learn how to play.
I’ve been up since 2:00am. It is now 4:15am. Oh the woes of jet lag.
I find people watching at big international airports, fascinating. Especially at this time of COVID. Where have people come from? Where are they going, and why? And just the shear number of people on the move.
Slowly but surely.
After my post last night, I woke up this morning and deleted Glass from my phone. I never even got past the waitlist. It’s a good decision for me. I’m content with what I have.
What am I doing?
Self-induced peer pressure? I don’t know, but I have just signed up for an invite to the new photograph app Glass after reading about it in multiple places on the Micro.blog timeline, and after John Gruber sung its praises. I wasn’t looking for a photos app, and don’t particularly want another subscription right now. I certainly don’t want an app that is going to encourage another distraction habit in me, especially as I feel that I am just beginning to get them under control!
Saturday midday.
