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ewtAll the tired.
All the snot, too. You probably didn't want to know that. Let's just say I fear what would have happened if I hadn't taken decongestants; normally I try to only medicate for colds if being uncomfortable is preventing me from resting, or making me feel emotionally miserable, but with an opera/musical/whatever this thing is to play in, I couldn't very well go with the option of breathing any less, or the option of blowing my nose every 30 seconds. As it was I went through three (small) packets of tissues in the dress rehearsal and another two in the performance. Yeah, yeah, I'm using throw-away tissues. I ran out of clean handkerchiefs long ago, and I've not really been home to wash them. Maybe at some point I'll find an old flat cotton sheet in a second-hand shop and cut it up and zig-zag the edges so I have a bazillion handkerchiefs, but until then, I'm going to end up using tissues when I have a cold.
We've been having beautiful crisp sunny days lately; this is how autumn is meant to be. I've been stuck inside rehearsing for most of the lovely weather. Poor ewt! GOP! It's been neat seeing fog in the mornings sometimes though.
I remember one of the houses I lived in, in Canada, used to have big sash windows and extra storm windows for winter (to be replaced by screens in summer, I wish there were something equivalent here). I remember watching the patterns that the frost made on the glass. I haven't seen frost on house windows here, probably because it just isn't that cold, although perhaps there is another reason.
Maybe the frost will make Jew's Ear mushrooms grow on some of the elder trees in the park.
There's a house in Hendon with a large quince tree in the front garden. It bears the huge, softball-sized quinces, not the smaller (golfball-sized) Japonica ones. From what I can tell the inhabitants of the house don't do anything with the quinces. So far, I've been far too shy to go and ask them whether I can have the windfalls... but there's an awful lot of fruit on that tree this year. I shall have to work up the nerve.
There's another house in Hendon which has what I swear must be a persimmon tree (sharon fruit, kaki fruit, Diospyros kaki. Quite a bit of fruit on that, and good-sized too, but it isn't ripe yet.
Speaking of quince trees, it's probably too late for me to dig up the suckers in our garden and put them in pots for my horn teacher and anyone else who wants 'em, now, becuase the ground is too hard. I might give it a go anyway, although I'm not sure when I'll have the chance.
Time for sage tea and then bed.
All the snot, too. You probably didn't want to know that. Let's just say I fear what would have happened if I hadn't taken decongestants; normally I try to only medicate for colds if being uncomfortable is preventing me from resting, or making me feel emotionally miserable, but with an opera/musical/whatever this thing is to play in, I couldn't very well go with the option of breathing any less, or the option of blowing my nose every 30 seconds. As it was I went through three (small) packets of tissues in the dress rehearsal and another two in the performance. Yeah, yeah, I'm using throw-away tissues. I ran out of clean handkerchiefs long ago, and I've not really been home to wash them. Maybe at some point I'll find an old flat cotton sheet in a second-hand shop and cut it up and zig-zag the edges so I have a bazillion handkerchiefs, but until then, I'm going to end up using tissues when I have a cold.
We've been having beautiful crisp sunny days lately; this is how autumn is meant to be. I've been stuck inside rehearsing for most of the lovely weather. Poor ewt! GOP! It's been neat seeing fog in the mornings sometimes though.
I remember one of the houses I lived in, in Canada, used to have big sash windows and extra storm windows for winter (to be replaced by screens in summer, I wish there were something equivalent here). I remember watching the patterns that the frost made on the glass. I haven't seen frost on house windows here, probably because it just isn't that cold, although perhaps there is another reason.
Maybe the frost will make Jew's Ear mushrooms grow on some of the elder trees in the park.
There's a house in Hendon with a large quince tree in the front garden. It bears the huge, softball-sized quinces, not the smaller (golfball-sized) Japonica ones. From what I can tell the inhabitants of the house don't do anything with the quinces. So far, I've been far too shy to go and ask them whether I can have the windfalls... but there's an awful lot of fruit on that tree this year. I shall have to work up the nerve.
There's another house in Hendon which has what I swear must be a persimmon tree (sharon fruit, kaki fruit, Diospyros kaki. Quite a bit of fruit on that, and good-sized too, but it isn't ripe yet.
Speaking of quince trees, it's probably too late for me to dig up the suckers in our garden and put them in pots for my horn teacher and anyone else who wants 'em, now, becuase the ground is too hard. I might give it a go anyway, although I'm not sure when I'll have the chance.
Time for sage tea and then bed.
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Date: 2005-11-23 02:26 pm (UTC)An alternative explanation would be:
insulation in this country is generally so bad that the outside of the windows is still well above freezing, and thus you won't find ice cristals growing on them.