Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Moon by day, round the park and stars.

1. This morning a whisper of moon hangs faintly in the blue sky.

2. After dark, Alec and I go out and circle the park for half an hour -- him running and me walking -- to get some fresh air. From the slope by the Compasses I see his stick figure in silhouette before the lights of Buckingham Road. 

3. Tonight, the winter stars arrayed for us to wonder at.


Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...