Today is Sunday, which means very little to me except that there is no post and no web comics. I have hennaed my hair; made and then un-made and re-made a necklace because I used too short a bit of string the first time but didn’t find this out until I reached nearly the end; collected one fallen apple and a slightly pathetic last-attempt-of-the-year pile of rhubarb from the garden and stewed them; and speculated upon whether it’s always the same two people who have loud arguments in our street, or several different pairs.
Last time I didn’t catch much of it except the repeated phrases “I don’t need to lie” and “When I was in jail…”. Today I was inside the house so all consonants were lost but I’m reasonably sure it was an Argument, not Banter.
I’m afraid to look at the people having the arguments and work out whether they are the same or different, though, because they might notice and brand me a Curtain Twitcher, but maybe this is silly given that they’re the ones, you know, having an argument in the street. Last week some people brought an argument to the bus stop in front of my garden while I was planting out some thyme (very quietly, hoping they wouldn’t notice I was behind my garden fence and think I was eavesdropping or anything). I assumed the bus stop location was incidental, just another bit of street to argue in like all the rest of it. Then the bus arrived and I heard them get on it, together, mid-argument. Presumably they continued while in transit. It was fortunate for anyone else who was on the bus that it was very near the end of the line, I suppose.
Yesterday I worked almost all day on music, which might have actually resulted in some Things (or drafts of things, at any rate). They are big complicated arrangements based on two of the tunes from my tunebook and they are made of violas, violins, recorders, synthesisers, samples and bits of singing/humming.
They took a long time to make. About four years, actually, because I was always trying to move house or make a living or some other stupid overheads instead of doing this. (And I still don’t regard them as “finished”, exactly, but maybe this is a part of the problem.)