I must say I’m finding the titling of the posts a lot easier this week, though I’m not sure what to do next week. I might insert “Another” into the title, or “Next”. That will see me through another seven days. However, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
One of the computers is working again in the shop. It seems it’s a well known quirk of that computer and often occurs after automatic updates. You cure it by repeatedly pressing f11 as soon as a message appears on the screen.
When I say “well known” I mean well known to one of us. If the rest of us had known we would have fixed it. Communication is important in business but is often ignored.
I have a haibun out in Failed Haiku. You will have to scroll down to find Simon Wilson, though there are a lot of good things to read on the way down. The submission requirement this month was that the prose portion of the haibun should be fifty words or less.
If you want to know more about Southwold Pier (that’s what the haibun is about) try this post, or this post. Actually, now I check those two, you also need this one. The haibun is a bit pretentious and, if you like to know these things, actually relates to two different visits – the rude woman visit from several years ago and the visit the week before lockdown, where everyone had fled to their holiday homes to sit out the plague.
The pictures feature my new glasses. The featured image is the box with four pairs remaining. The other image which I am going to title “Study Number 1” is me in Serengeti mode, with my zebra mask and zebra glasses, though they look more than slightly polka dot to me. The general impression of a village idiot with a camera is enhanced by my self-inflicted lockdown haircut and the suspicion of Old Testament which hangs around my beard.
Now, what can I call tomorrow’s post?
I enjoyed the haibun, and the box of reading glasses. I have to keep a set everywhere, too. 🙂
It was good to revisit those. A good haibun (no WP, not halibut), too. Co-ordinated specs and mask – I hadn’t thought of you as a fashionista.
At under £10 for five pairs I’m thinking of seeing what other patterns are available. I may start waxing my head too if I’m going to take more selfies – as in polishing, not as in ripping my hair out.
Snazzy glasses. That poem sure poked my working-class resentments.
Mine too! 🙂
Never far below the surface. I’m reading Angela Thirkell’s “Peace Breaks Out” right now. Wish I could tell her a thing or two. She strikes me as someone who was born on third base but thinks she’s hit a triple. Infuriating! This is the last book of hers I’ll be reading for a while.
I had not heard of her (sorry, I’m more familiar with your baseball analogy than I am with her). I just looked her up – she is seriously well-connected, so I see what you mean.
I enjoyed the haibun. I have visited the pier so didn’t look back to your posts, preferring to have my own images in mind as I read the piece.
I am of a practical turn of mind so I would use Wednesday #2 and so on.
That would work nicely. It does save a lot of effort on alliteration, though I do feel I am being a bit lazy.
You could go for some additional decoration such as ‘A wonderful Wednesday’ or perhaps a ‘woeful Wednesday’
Steady on, that’s getting a bit cheerful…
Thanks for informing us of the contents of the box with zebra-striped strips. I was wondering if your shop was evolving into another venture 😊
No, but I am a great breaker of cheap reading glasses. 🙂 I may be more careful about checking the pattern next time.
Oh, the pattern looks cool. I need better reading glasses – out of vanity I bought a pair that were too strong and they help with reading but not as much as they should!
And there is the problem – cool glasses are wasted on me. I should have stuck to standard black or tortoiseshell,
Well, as you’ve said yourself, you’ll probably lose them s
soon. I think you underestimate the repertoire of items you can wear, though.
Lose them, break them… I am not good with glasses.
Stop it, you’ll make my head go funny again. I can’t cope with temporal misalignments…
It’s the nanobots that the triumvirate injected into me as…oh, no, that was just a story, wasn’t it?
You’re messing with my head again…
My entertainment outlets are limited. Need to make my own fun