supermouse

Last night's thought went undeveloped, thanks to a long and necessary conversation with Pol, but I would have gone on to say that realising the whiteness and maleness of my favoured poems' writers has prompted me to seek out new poetry that's less monochrome. All the tabs with poetry in are now closed, but showcasing poetry will be something nice to do for another time. Seeking out new poetry is nearly always a good use of spare time.

I found glee in consumerism when Sessifet drove me to a big supermarket to get all the things I can live without but still want and can't get in Horwich itself. Things like strange seed mix snacks, malt beer, frozen chicken livers, pear in cranberry juice, cherry cordial and juice, plastic pool noodles for indoor staff-fighting, chocolate cream sundaes, ginger and honey tea, sesame seed bread and, of course, a large soft hairy rubber multicoloured light-up ball. The current one (the last one died) is yellow, green and, around the middle, sky blue all sprayed on possibly glow-in-the-dark white hairy rubber. Pol's fallen in love with it already.

It strikes me that our Scottish Nibling will soon be old enough to play with things like this. :0)

Lots of things I've been unable to do suddenly seem entirely possible and likely, so I foresee a few days of being more or less in my room busy working on them. I'll take this computer up there tonight and settle in. I have presents to wrap and cards to write out, fabric to cut up and nail down, a bag to sew. And sew on and sew on.

Intellectually, I still have more on my plate than I can handle.

BTW, does anyone know how I can get my mouse mood thingies for DW? Or just a different mood thingy?