The Freaky Fringe is over and dearest Dudley Dursley has flown back home leaving me with the Lair all to myself again. So so glad not to have such sneering judgemental creatures lurking around anymore.
So slowly catching up on the little black Goblin books and did a quick kitchen blitz this evening. Was surprised to see just how much I could get done in about 20 minutes now that I have returned to the regular rituals of doing housework while listening to assorted programs on Radio National
This February like last is quickly becoming a giant blur. Due to so many distractions, been neglecting the all important rituals of filing up the Pensieve with memories to be sorted at a later date. The little green note books do not quite count since it is so difficult to search them at a later date. Memories stored in there rapidly degenerate into indecipherable scrawls.
Ever in search of distractions, I got a black book of Edgar Allen Poe stories from the city library. It's homework for a decadent second adventure in the old Girls school next Wednesday.
Loved the first trip there so much that I am going back for second helpings and hopefully there will be no distractions this time from a proper review of assorted gory details in this very spooky haunted location.
Of course I could simply download a selection of stories from the Gutenburg site which I did but for some reason I find ebooks just so much more distracting and harder to concentrate when reading unlike the old fashioned paper incarnations.
Today was also the annual ritual of the visit to the Writer's Festival. It used to run for 3 days but due to budget cuts is now down to 2 and due to other commitments I made it to only one of the days. Main attraction was to see the guest speaker Eddie Wu who is most famous as a maths teacher and looks barely older than 18. Apparently he is old enough to have 3 children of his own so I guess he must be really 28 or so.
It was strange how long forgotten chunks of last February just came back again today by being in the same place. The stand out guests of last year's festival was a Saudi woman Manal Al Sharif campaigning for the right for women to drive in her home country and Charles Massey the farmer who had written a book "The Call of the Reed Warbler"
about how old farming practices have trashed the land and how listening to the land and the local Aboriginal people may offer a more productive and holistic form of farm and land management.
It's taken the settlers 230 years and some horrendous incidents of dead fish to realise that they really have stuffed up and to admit that they don't have all the answers after all.
The other distraction is Duolingo. I have been corrupted by the Cat and got tempted to game the system after recently updating but only the bare minimum necessary.
I am now just 4 lessons away from an all green Russian tree with no short cuts at all (I saved all those for the purple patches en Español). Mind you the segments on politics were suspiciously like a Russian election where nearly half the ballots were already prefilled.
Next goal is to go from all green to all red.