Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.289-292)

Shakespeare

 

Thanks to Poppy Lee for that quote and please have a look at her website, she’s a genius.   The trouble with being away for a while is that it makes coming back to writing stuff down a bit daunting, so this is going to be an eclectic catch up, because if I were to write it all down you would be a) bored stiff and b) sending me a request for a time out, tea break etc.

Firstly, we are watching Breaking Bad from the beginning and we’re still on Series One, so please, nobody tell us what happens.  We are going to have to impose a media blackout since I see the final episode is just about to  be aired, and I am guessing that the ending has pretty much been foretold from the word go, but no spoilers, I implore you.

Went to see Blue Jasmine last night in a very busy Filmhouse, passed the Lyceum on the way.  The play on just now is Dark Road written by Ian Rankin*, someone has had enormous fun since there are dead body outlines on the pavements and scene of the crime tape wrapped around the stone billboards by the Usher Hall.  How does that painting on the pavements work, is it some kind of vegetable dye that fades over time?  It’s certainly an effective form of promotion, since in Edinburgh you have to walk with your head down all the time due to the atrocious state of the pavements. We have tickets for the end of the run.. Film was interesting, Cate Blanchett is a very good actress and that is relevant because she is in this film, haha.  Overall it’s hard not to be swayed by one’s opinion of Woody Allen as a director, some think he’s a god, some a monster, but we were happy just to see New York again.

Yes! we are not long back from our first trip to the Big Apple and if you truly want to be stunned into endless ennui then come to our house for the extended photo show.  I will put just a wee few down below.  We loved the sheer buzz of the city, going on the buses, skipping in and out of museums (thank you corporate membership) and knowing that there are so many things still to do that we will just have to go back one day.  I did shed a tear as we left, the the sun had just set and the plane flew right up the Hudson river by the twinkling evening lights.  If you have been you will have your own memories, so please have a daydream about it right now.

Came home and went up north for a very different week, here in the Highlands, south of Loch Ness.  On the very first day I saw a Red Kite, deer came up to the door as did the pheasants.  The latter seemed to have brokered some deal with the cat, since we saw no sign of interaction.  On a visit to RSPB Loch Ruthven we saw Slavonian Grebes, too far away for decent pictures but sometimes you just have to live in the moment.   Passed a dedicated birding party, led by a bloke dressed in camouflage gear from top to toe except for bright red boots, make of that what you will.

Jings, it’s just gone sunrise and I can hear the magenpies already.  They’ll be after the suet cakes in the feeder.

Now it’s back to work, to autumn and the shouldering of old traces.  Folk Club and Astro Club are fired up, we had a very good turn out for DBFC last week and the star gazers are out in force for Comet ISON.  I might even make some cakes for one of their star parties.   The Mincers have a full programme of events too.  Woopy doo.

My eldest sister walked unaided in the flat yesterday.  I am proud of her beyond belief.

*if you are reading this from an alternate universe, and there’s nothing wrong with that, hello, come in, have some tea, Ian Rankin is a crime writer and a jolly fine one at that, hence the allusions to crime and murrdurr.