It’s election night and the buffet’s all lined up, even though it’s a love/hate thing for me. My stupid elbow is on a slow recovery route and that means limited extra-curricular typing (can’t do much about my actual workload though, eh?). I thought I’d share a couple of thoughts with you.
Current garden highlights: It’s all gauzy English spring round these parts right now. Apple blossom, cherry blossom, lilac blossom. Looking out my back windows across the garden to the church, it’s pillows of whites and pinks – candyfloss colours resting on a lime green bed. But for me, the wonder of the moment is the last narcissus of the season to flower – poeticus ‘Actaea’. Irritating, as it hangs its head as though in shame – shame perhaps of its carnal, lustful perfume with the hint of the crypt, a limbcoiling of the most voluptuous with the soon-to-be-rotting. But I’ll forgive it its bended-head annoyances for the unnervingly lovely juxtaposition of beauty and the beast. Like the daphnes P wrote about yesterday really. See the photo – I’ve got it contrasted with forget-me-nots throughout the garden. But you can’t smell a pic. And man, that scent’s everywhere, with apple blossom mingling in for added KAPOW! factor.
Current perfume highlights: they’re limited. I think I can count on both hands the number of new perfumes I’ve tried since the start of 2009. I’m pretty contented with my stack, though they’re no longer highlights. A background thrum of pleasure, perhaps. I must get my arse into gear though. I need to start the sampling mania again. I might be missing it.
Current TV highlights: season 2 of Nurse Jackie. Is it wrong to see lots of myself in her? Not that I’m having an affair or popping dubiously acquired pills or snorting said pills or nursing fantastically or caring for two girls or living in Queens. And I never chew gum. Glee of course, but then I’d have to hand back my gay badge/button if I didn’t. Not that I really know how to wear that effectively. However, Will Schuester’s preppy snap and ‘lessons in life’ leanings and puppy eyes and low body fat face and needy earnestness and whole schtick drive me doolally. And the schmaltz sometimes makes me yearn for some heavy duty grease dissolver. Why the hell am I watching this drivel?
Share yours and I’ll respond to comments later (after physio!).