I had a post in my mind, but events have pushed their way in front of it. So it will wait. It’s waited eight years already, and three since I said I’ll write about it.
I was cooking dinner and Wink was reading the paper. She observed that the first Indiana Jones film was on. We realised that it couldn’t all be watched, but I said that I could work dinner around the first few minutes – that is, leave it while the (rather awful, actually) tomb-robbing sequence was going on, then I could dish up and we could see the rest after we’d eaten.
I was just heading back to the kitchen when the Sage asked me if I could spare a couple of minutes. My time is counted in individual minutes, I couldn’t really but the Sage comes first so I went with him … it was a not good idea which he and Jamie had cooked up while I was out. I said, I don’t think so, but let me dish up those slightly blackened sweet potatoes first and we’ll talk about it.
The upshot was, I had a better idea and now he’s all enthusiastic. It is something for next year in my view, no hurry. But he’s happy again and that’s the main thing. It’s the placing of the summerhouse, you see. It is a very old summerhouse, that belonged to his grandparents. It’s a revolving one. It was brought here from their garden some 60 years ago and, the year after we moved here, we took it apart, repaired it, put it together again (that was hard work) and I stripped it all down to bare wood with a hot air gun (that was hard work) and primed, undercoated and top-coated it again. That was a lot of work and, actually, the top coat had to wait until the next year because I ran out of autumn. It’s back to square one again now. I have repainted it in the meantime, but mole-works meant that its circular base slipped and we couldn’t fully open the doors, and so didn’t use it and it’s degenerated again. The Sage was doubtful that it needed to be on the lawn and I agree, but didn’t like his suggested placing. So – because quick thinking is my mezzo-forte, I came up with a better place. So that may well be it. But the project is a way off. There was certainly no need to take me out for a snap decision this evening … but, how can one mind enthusiasm? I love enthusiasm. It defines me, I think. I am a passionate Z.