September 18th, 2020

Row, Row, Row...

The sky is cloudless but the air is cold and I wound a scarf round my neck before going out to sweep the leaves on the patio. It's my newest scarf. Odi gave it me for my birthday; it's grey and black and has little skulls all over it.

We asked Julia to clean out the garage a few weeks back when it was raining and not fit for her to be in the garden- and the wicker basket I use for garden waste ended up in the bin- only I spotted it in time and rescued it.  This morning I mended its broken bottom with string. It'll serve for several seasons more.

Before I got going this morning I watched several episodes of Dulce Ruby's show "Waking Realm". She and her guests were talking about extra-terrestrials. Every episode concludes with a twangly, faraway snatch of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"- and I wish I knew who the artist was so I could access the whole thing. I don't mind having it stuck in my head because it's a mantra.