We had days in the week with frosts at both ends, but not severe enough yet to need an ice-scraper twice. In compensation came a full moon, cosying up to Jupiter early in the week, but moving with its fullness to a point above Orion. It cast witching shadows when I walked out on Friday night and, last evening, back-lit a sky full of lenticuls, like an Austrian blind for astronomers.
Expecting to keep a constant at my age, I find myself decorating cherry cakes in a grid, distinct from my previous radial patterning. The perception of irregularity when eaten in slices is more pleasing than what I learnt at my Mother's knee.
After a furlough that has lasted since July, I am getting sore fingers again from my appalling ebay mandolin. Still trying to convince myself, and, just as importantly, those that have to overhear my efforts, that I can stick with the learning process and emerge improved. Youngest son recently obtained a distinction in his grade 1 guitar and sounds most proficient and pleasant. We expect a change soon though, since the reward for the achievement was a promise of an electric guitar for Christmas.
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