Icarus @ 59 # 346

The albino cat lying on the Mexican wedding blanket, on the reading chair, decided the weekend was too wet for cats, never mind human beings, so she yawned and went back to sleep - and who can blame her? Yesterday was a day of guddling, a day when spaces were tidied, paper was shuffled, notebooks were marked up and the week's list noted down (note to self, you are still playing catch up), marking was done (though I couldn't get through it all - sigh) and sadly the old Strat next to the chair lay unplayed - maybe next Sunday. But I was up, bright as a button this morning. Five forty-five, though I don't have to rush in, its just the time I awoke, feeling that was enough sleep and it was time to move on - isn't that a good start to a working week? One of the things I did do this weekend was appraise the pictures I have to get framed and maybe its a time for a shuffle around in this room. I had no idea there were so many or what I am supposed to do with them all - and then there are the Hockney's too - though I still haven't decided whether to buy this little man. I saw him on Thursday again. Its not the money its spending on myself at this time of the year when I should be buying for others and I am not sure anyone else will really appreciate him the way I do. Isn't that just the way it is with these things - ah well - happy Monday. Back in nineteen eighty-six I was an affirmed non opera lover until someone gave me a tape for my car and I heard this for the very first time (hard to believe it took so long really - sigh) I hope you are having one fine day (and I am having trouble clipping the music this morning - I will keep trying):