Escaping

Difficult to believe it’s October tomorrow. I’m very fond of this calendar which I got in Alaska last year, and resist looking forward to see what the next month’s picture is going to be. Allowing for leap years I reckon I should be able to recycle it in 2048, which might be a bit optimistic. Most months this year have had loads of stuff crossed out; in another world I should be in walking in the American Rockies.
The weather has significantly deteriorated which is not, in my view, entirely unwelcome. I had always imagined that when I stopped working I would spend the mornings re- reading all of Iris Murdoch’s novels which I eventually got round to starting today beginning with The Philosopher’s Pupil. Philosophy, a natural spa, and idiosyncratic characters including a dog (there is always a dog, although I don’t believe she and John Bayley ever had one) is just best way to escape. I even forgot to watch the FM’s daily update, and intentionally avoided the Uk one later in the afternoon.

Difficult to believe it’s October tomorrow. I’m very fond of this calendar and resist looking forward to see what the next month’s picture is going to be. Allowing for leap years I reckon I should be able to recycle it in 2048, which might be a bit optimistic. Most months this year have had loads of stuff crossed out; in another world I should be in walking in the American Rockies.
The weather has significantly deteriorated which is not, in my view, entirely unwelcome. I had always imagined that when I stopped working I would spend the mornings re- reading all of Iris Murdoch’s novels which I eventually got round to starting today beginning with The Philosopher’s Pupil. Philosophy, a natural spa, and idiosyncratic characters including a dog (there is always a dog, although I don’t believe she and John Bayley ever had one) is just best way to escape. I even forgot to watch the FM’s daily update, and intentionally avoided the Uk one later in the afternoon.