rod boyle

rain

Outside a cool, steady and gentle rain. Grey, overcast, it would be sad, this, on my day off, but there's so much to be done that it doesn't matter.

Already this morning I've transcribed 10 pages of notes, small jottings that fill the down time in the restaurant, the old landlord has called to advise me my damage deposit is ready and shall he drop it off? (and what a change from the previous landlord!), now it's time to make a list, set out about my day.

I've checked the ATP lineup - they had called about purchasing seasons tickets, but their lineup is rather drab and conventional, and seeing adaptations of Margaret Atwood's Penelopiad isn't my idea of a good time. I've got to go downtown, however, to try and get tickets to One Yellow Rabbit's Radiohead - dance - visual whatever, directed by Denise Clarke, which could be interesting, although I'm not sure how the boy will take it (there may be nudity and he's still a bit awkward with it. The website doesn't help with the decision...

Then there's a couple of boxes to be dropped off at the thrift shop, recycling to be sorted, a couple of boxes unpacked (a couple of boxes a day...), new ads for more rubbish to be sold, website to be worked upon, and the day unfolds ...

Details: Category: Miscellany; Created: 08 September 2010

The Magician

2 rare days off in a row, the last 2 days off in a row until Christmas, but I console myself that I won't be there at Christmas, still it weighs heavily on my mind.

And I'm tracked down by old friends in the city, old friends from out of town who are feeling somewhat neglected, and it's not them, it's my schedule I explain and I explain as well that I'll be quitting soon, but they don't share my enthusiasm.

He's a magician, I've known him over 20 years. And so we meet for a bite to eat, catch up, discuss mutual acquaintances, then he invites himself over for a bottle of wine.