|Dame Kiri anxiously checking the weather report|
Joseph Loosey said that Kiri Te Kanawa thought with her feet - i.e. that when her feet were cold (as in filming his version of Don Giovanni) she would lose focus.
Then BK said I should have pugs to keep my feet warm. All very well when one is an Emperor ensconced in a throne room with a throne on a dais, but really, what does one do when one is walking briskly about I ask? The poor pugs can't possibly scamper around and try to sit on your feet - even if it's (apparently) a biological imperative with them.
|Don't think! Don't think! Don't think!|
When my feet are cold, my head is also cold and that then causes havoc with everything in between. It certainly doesn't do anything for the PAAs which are getting better slowly.
|Dame Agatha goes surfing waves|
Hawaii can't come soon enough. Even though the weather forecast has been revised, and downgraded from snow flurries to wet rain with occasional sun, for next weekend, the temperatures will not be that warm. This will please RP no doubt because he has a thick, warm coat that he's not been able to use while in the East. Others have fled, or fleeing to the States South of us, and it is to be hoped that some will bring the warmth back with them.
Then despite the rain that tumbles down from the skies, the pollen from conifers causes havoc with my sinuses, and then with the pain in my shoulder, I no longer know whether to reduce IgGs or cytokines. What if there are contraindications and I succumb into some coma and my body is held ransom for the highest bidders for bits and pieces of my organs? Oh, that's been made into a movie you say? How prescient of the screenwriter to write an entire movie based on my life to be.
It behoves me to remember that there are options, and that these options must be explored. There are two that are at the edge of my peripheral view. One is home-grown, and the other may involve VOIL. Good thing I fed those strawberries to little K way back then.
|Bewitched, bewildered and boggled...|
|Jack rustles in the grass...|
David Hunter Garden centres have lost my custom forever. They have been rude once too many times and now they're too good to answer the phone. Instead, Lane from the Urban Garden gets my vote - it's actually not too much of an option really - there're only two serious gardening centres in the city - and I shall go purchase pots and soil and start the patio project in lieu of working on the weekend.
|Dreaming of matthiola|
- A large pot for the black bamboo
- Three containers for the lavender
- Three supports for the three containers for the lavender
- A container with a trellis for the sweet peas; maybe two
- Continue winnowing the cherry blossom and Japanese maple trees before getting more pots for the end of the summer
- Masses of Matthiola, midnight candy and assorted black pansies and violas.
Is this slow enough? Time will tell.
So here I sit. Planning my options, and getting the opening paragraph written to set the 'muhd', as Murtharg use to say.