A walk in the rain
It sure beats blogging.
Four inches of rain in the first three days of June. A lovely gentle soaker and warm enough to take a walk so I set off for the creek before dinner. The creek is about a quarter of a mile down a steep ravine. I haven't been down there for quite some time because I was feeling too weak after my illness last December. The climb back was grueling and I got sopping wet but it was worth it.
After dinner we finished watching a three-hour BBC mini-series, Small Island. It's the first Brit TV that I've seen in ages that isn't cynical and depressing. Yes, it's a "women's movie" - a sloppy sentimental tear-jerker but so refreshing after all the post-modern Brit crap that I've seen lately. You know: the whole "why kill time when you can kill yourself?" negative neurotic nonsense.
Four inches of rain in the first three days of June. A lovely gentle soaker and warm enough to take a walk so I set off for the creek before dinner. The creek is about a quarter of a mile down a steep ravine. I haven't been down there for quite some time because I was feeling too weak after my illness last December. The climb back was grueling and I got sopping wet but it was worth it.
After dinner we finished watching a three-hour BBC mini-series, Small Island. It's the first Brit TV that I've seen in ages that isn't cynical and depressing. Yes, it's a "women's movie" - a sloppy sentimental tear-jerker but so refreshing after all the post-modern Brit crap that I've seen lately. You know: the whole "why kill time when you can kill yourself?" negative neurotic nonsense.
posted by Joubert at 10:40 PM
The Alliance
<< Home