65. Scrim at Large
In drawing all the threads together, I’ll be hopping from one to the other of the main characters, while also attempting to set the different groups on their subsequent life paths and leaving no threads dangling.
Author: Rita de Heer
Writing is what I do. What I think about. What I meditate on. What I dream up. Listen to. Imagine. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I eat. And I walk. Pull out environmental weeds. There are a thousand more things I do, though writing comes into a fair few of those things too.
A Christmas Story
This largely cheerful story was a perfect beginning to my otherwise ‘ordinary’ day, had me sniffling with a sudden emotional release.
When I wake up thinking … “76!!! How did that happen?” is going to be one of those days when the mystery of that hits me at every turn and I wonder about weird things I do, see and hear.
Why … do I dream of a kid with a Christmas tree ornament head? Why … have I got trouble thinking up socially-necessary empty praises for half-done work?
Why? Why do manufacturers make gingerbread house kits with over half a page of ingredients, most of them numbered.
Share your hardest why’s in the comments …
Why, when I try to reblog that Christmassy story, do both Jetpack and Godzilla the browser throw me off with ‘this is how to do it’ and don’t even try something so easy as copy and paste.
Lol, love that sentence. 37 words!
Worked that time I hope, enjoy!
Lodestar 64, Ahni & Kes
Here’s about half a chapter’s worth … Ahni’s and Kes’s ongoing journey, which I’m taking into a fog of indecision, it feels like. I’m forging into new territory and I have an inkling that I should’ve perhaps forwarded a few other characters onto the scene before further progress by these two.
This is one problem with publishing while writing. Times like these I wonder whether Charles Dickens ever ran into similar troubles. He also published serially, chapters in a monthly magazine.
The Build 8, 7 Dec 24
There’s been work on the escape route into Banchory Court. This will be a one lane access road that cuts through the middle of the site. The asphalt and parked car in the background of the photo below are in fact in Banchory Court.
While Surbiton Court is mostly one level and floodable along most of its length, Banchory rises quite quickly to higher ground, even useful for workers on the site, given we’ve now had two flood events in the past month.
This machine was a surprise giant in the elbow of the little road where it exts the site at the base of Parkland building. Working in the distance, flattening once more the piles of ‘fill’ dug from the lower part of the site, it looks much more proportional.
And speaking of flattening piles of dirt, JW and I standing chatting, were seeing that in action. That was a couple of days ago. And here, on Saturday (20 December 2024) there’s more flattening happening …
Looks like overtime but could be the schedule is running behind … too many days lost to rain.
One Cocoon …
Is what eventuated.
And this from a caterpillar that hung from the branch like a dead thing for over eighteen hours. Transformed overnight.
Cocoon in the upper mid left area, quite well camouflaged.
Just lucky I didn’t tidy the whole thing away, which I didn’t do because the leafy wild lemon branches donated at the last minute had on them a very young instar.
Starting the whole cycle again.
Unproductive Day
Having it. Any Comments I might’ve wanted to make on my daily reads … thrown down the gurgler by WP.
Sorry, #Content Catnip. Sorry, #exacticablog. Sorry, the two or three others of you. Why do I have to be logged in to make a comment? Why isn’t that stated before I start typing? All my words, disappeared into the ether again.
Not that my words are of an earth-shattering quality that must be saved at all costs! Not at all. It’s the loss of a possibility to communicate that I regret.
An unproductive day represented by a stripped shrub.
There’s so much gate-keeping happening everywhere. I’m blaming that on the lessening of good online communications. I suppose it’s a good thing for face-to-face socializations. We’ll have to go back to them out of sheer frustration.
Called my Night and Day Pharmacy to repeat a couple of scripts, to be ready for the drought during the public holidays. They called me back, said they couldn’t repeat e-scripts only paper ones. Huh? Why not? Didn’t have any problem before? I called the Doctor’s surgery. Can’t get an appointment to iron the problem out till next week. Cutting it very fine again. I have 20 days supply remaining … gets me to the New Years long weekend. Nerve wracking.
But, I will say, a kind receptionist said she would call the pharmacy to see what was what. She’ll be calling me back. And she did, and she fixed the problem. I will take Reception@HealthCarePlus a bunch of flowers tomorrow. They are wonderful!
“Take the flowers on Monday,” my sister said. “They can enjoy them all week then.”
Will do.
I’m trying to sew/embroider the tiger’s face. I need something like ‘button yarn’ for the whiskers. Button Yarn? Usually I use ordinary sewing yarn doubled for sewing on buttons. I’ve never heard of Button Yarn. The ears are too big and they still have to be stuffed. I may need to re-open the neck seam and stuff the face more.
Tiger, looking kind of dumb without ears or eyes and with hanging threads.
Bleh … that reminds me of Linus.
Here’s Hoping …
I’m hoping for this https://www.google.com/search?q=wasp%20parasite%20on%20Orchard%20Swallowtail&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-b-m#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:81f10512,vid:rC4PssRlfx0,st:9
to happen some time in the next couple of hours. We’ve got 34 degrees Celsius forecast today. There are only three leaves remaining. Only three caterpillars.
Yesterday the predators were starting to gather …
A tiny parasitic wasp … probably intending to lay its eggs in a caterpillar or two
This evil looking fly …
Also sitting and waiting …
Then there is the evidence of an Asian gecko in the scene … a loud call and its droppings … I suspect that it took number four.
Rita de Heer 