Bredonborough Lights off at Waking
20.06
Bredonborough.
Lights off at 02.25. Waking sharply
at 04.05 and awake for two hours. Running various forms of the First
Secondary Exercise in the mind’s eye. Eventually, almost falling asleep.
Rising at 11.40, a little pitiful.
WillyFred emerged from under the bed, ready to play; and followed me down to the kitchen for his fruit and herb breakfast.
Morning reading of the gentle kind…
… in the Home Study…
On the street …I
II...
… for shopping of the Seasonal Kind; ie presents for the Minxie She. I was offered a drink while there, and I asked what drink that might be - G & T. A little bold for me, but perhaps it put the lady shoppers in an accommodating mood?
To the Bredonborough Fitness Centre to check the flooding...
… and down the garden I…
II...
Into the Cellar I…
II...
… for e-furying. Excitement: the first proof (with many corrections needed) of The Guitar Circle.
A non-industry disputation, one that has attracted my concern for more than a year, requires attention. And a number of personal concerns from e-correspondents seeking advice.
Calls from the Minx and the Sistery.
Practicing ahead.
23.32 Several forms of the First Secondary further developed, from this early-morning’s sleepless mind’s-eye practicing.
Back to the Cellar for computing.
00.13 An alert took me to a chattering-site for various Crimson-related witterings. Uninformed declarations regarding my actions, thinking, decision-making processes, even feelings, usually in rude and dismissive terms, continue to astonish. Ah yes! This is what-it-was when I greatly engaged with the Opinionating Public Of A Crimson Hue.
A folder - Kicking The Wasps’ Nest - holds various exchanges and interactions with posters, mainly from ET and the DGM Guestbook; this part of a liberal education in better-knowing the mechanics of a fallen world; eg the public display of dopey, witless pratterings from persons with confidence in the value of unreflective opinions. Who recalls Mr. Hurt Brat, he with the Social Gland, proclaiming that Zen works! before becoming indignant when his dopey postings attracted my responses?
It is not possible to discuss the weather with a person whose head is placed where sunshine never falls, and yet who feels themselves to be a climate expert.
Returning upstairs for more practicing.
02.06 The First Secondary is unfolding. Enough.
