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Another instalment of “what is this and why is it in my house?”
I have no memory of attending this or having any involvement in it, so someone must have sent it to me. But who?
It unfolds into a huge chart:
A holdover from the days when I used to like visiting futurist events, I suppose. I stopped doing all that in 2018-ish. There’s only so much hotel room-service food one can or should eat in one lifetime. A nice little curiosity from a time long gone.
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Found this while clearing up the kitchen. Where the hell did this come from? What does it mean?
I love the colour this blueberry has taken on after repotting. It didn’t do that last year,
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That sudden burst of heat last week after soil-mulching and downpours seems to have coaxed out one last magnificent rose.
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Autumn project: herself’s mother has asked me to bring a 1960’s Remington Rand “portable” typewriter back from the dead. It’s actually in great condition, I just have to figure out the ribbon and a cleaning process. Thing is, I haven’t touched a typewriter in thirty years, so this is going to be an interesting challenge.
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The first good autumn day of the year. The light is so bright and sharp, the edges of everything are shining.
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