annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't you know that it's different for girls? I've liked today, by and large. Apart from anything else, it's Joe Jackson's fifty-fifth birthday - not the American one, this one: So happy birthday Joe and thanks for all the music. God, I love him so much, why don't I listen to him more often? Swam twenty lengths in the pool at the swanky gym, ignoring the vile smell I was emitting in my swimmy that had been festering in a bag full of damp towels since whenever we went to the beach. I'm being quite mellow these days about sharing my pool, even with kids. Quite mellow, but I look forward to my winter solitude a bit. I'm a bit slow at adjusting to circumstances these days and tend to think of a swim as offering some kind of zen experience, which it does in the dark, under whatever kind of sky, alone in the warm water and cold air, swimming up and down, up and down. That's not what's on offer mid-afternoon in August, and I'm glad I've stopped being disappointed because it's a wonderful thing, to swim in the sunshine. When I came home Renny was here, all full of wonder and delight because he got a list of up-coming lectures at LSE (where he's going to do his MA) and the very first guest speaker is Noam Chomsky. Or as Ren put it, "Bloody hell, Ma, Noam Chomsky! Noam fucking Chomsky!" My boy. Bless. Maria just phoned me, drunk, from her camper van which is currently parked on Sherwood Forest. They're making their way home after a bit of a round Britain tour, stopping off here for a few days in a camp site down the road a couple of miles. I got all enthusiastic about joining them with my tent, but now I've checked it out, I don't think I'm so keen. Ah well. |10:59 p.m. - 11/08/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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