lost in the fallen leaves
Tuesday, 22 April 2008 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtAwww! Nice student just gave me cute mouse-shaped giant dark chocolate truffles as a thank-you for my curriculum advice, which admittedly has stretched over three months and entailed dealing with changes in subject, degree, university, continents, visa conditions and marital status, but hey, that's what they pay me for. Apparently.
This is quite possibly my favourite time of year - autumn, clear days, the air is clean and cold and chills the end of your nose in the mornings, and shrouds the city in a decorous veil of dawn fog. Also, the lawn is dying owing to the fact that the plane tree leaves are ankle-deep since our gardener did the classic Domestic Employee Thing, namely bugger off to the Transkei for "two weeks" about two months ago. Alas the colonial legacy. On the upside, I spent an hour with the rake on Sunday, achieving four bags of leaves, sunlight to most areas of the grass, and a warm, self-congratulatory glow. Oh, and stiff back muscles.
Taking the stiff back muscles as an Omen, I am now back at the gym, and sprained ankle be buggered. (It's actually fine other than when I grab my foot for a standing quadriceps stretch, in which case it hurts like hell.) Now I hurt all over instead of simply in the back. This is Gym Logic, apparently.
Since I seem to be doing random liminal-moment scenic photos lately: this weekend the usual Sunday evening braai relocated to a larney house-sit in the more rarified upper levels of Sea Point, in a house with jacuzzi, sauna and a swimming pool in the living room. We watched the spectacular sunset from the deck while drinking gin. Proof below: self, sunset, slightly deceptive red hair halo, floating gin glass. From the fact that it's a damned nice photo you can tell it was taken by stv, but he left it lying around on my camera so I feel entitled.
This is quite possibly my favourite time of year - autumn, clear days, the air is clean and cold and chills the end of your nose in the mornings, and shrouds the city in a decorous veil of dawn fog. Also, the lawn is dying owing to the fact that the plane tree leaves are ankle-deep since our gardener did the classic Domestic Employee Thing, namely bugger off to the Transkei for "two weeks" about two months ago. Alas the colonial legacy. On the upside, I spent an hour with the rake on Sunday, achieving four bags of leaves, sunlight to most areas of the grass, and a warm, self-congratulatory glow. Oh, and stiff back muscles.
Taking the stiff back muscles as an Omen, I am now back at the gym, and sprained ankle be buggered. (It's actually fine other than when I grab my foot for a standing quadriceps stretch, in which case it hurts like hell.) Now I hurt all over instead of simply in the back. This is Gym Logic, apparently.
Since I seem to be doing random liminal-moment scenic photos lately: this weekend the usual Sunday evening braai relocated to a larney house-sit in the more rarified upper levels of Sea Point, in a house with jacuzzi, sauna and a swimming pool in the living room. We watched the spectacular sunset from the deck while drinking gin. Proof below: self, sunset, slightly deceptive red hair halo, floating gin glass. From the fact that it's a damned nice photo you can tell it was taken by stv, but he left it lying around on my camera so I feel entitled.
