I've seen the spikes, I've seen the buds pushing at the tips but now I can see the flowers! The crocuses are blooming and spring is officially here! My heart shot upwards in my chest when I saw the first one with its purple petals open to show its golden centre. There are others coming up; hopefully I'll see yellow ones soon. No daffodils yet.
I did some work today - not academic work but honest to good physical work, the sort people in the West do less and less often. And I volunteered to do it. On my bus route, there is a large roundabout which used to be covered with overgrown grass and lots of rubbish - bits of plastic and crisp packets. Now it's been cleaned and has about six flower beds. I helped plant trees, bushes and various grasses. I haven't handled a spade for ages and my arms were quite weak. It was a bit better after I got a smaller spade, though still a strain. I could feel the muscles in my back and arms working as they haven't worked for ages. The wind was cold but we were all grateful for that because it meant we were nicely warm and not boiling. Occasionally the sun broke through the thick white clouds, almost as if winking and nodding at us. Patches of blue sky appeared as the afternoon went on. All the snow from yesterday had melted because of the exposure although there were still some patches in hidden places. Everybody was very nice and there were lots of photos afterwards.
It felt good to do something since I don't have any technical or economic translations to do. I have to "see them (the tutors)" about it. I hate that phrase. It sounds so ominous, though I'm too old to be told off now. They're probably both worried about me. Concerned that I'm not "living up to my potential". I've got a whole roster of reasons, plausible ones - I wonder if I really am anaemic. I don't think so. It was just the iron that was lacking in that blood test, not the haemoglobin, which is different. And I eat meat and fish and eggs (loads of eggs). The bigger problem is that most people in the class have drawn away from me. Not obviously but I can feel it. Living off campus isn't much of an excuse when I managed okay last semester. Must find out from Greg if the quizzes are still going on. Nothing wrong with taking a break on Thursday night and I did promise him a quiz section. I could do one on mythology/folklore, easily. Might e-mail him over the weekend.
Tomorrow I'll go into town and hand in my C.V. to the juice place and try to find my swimming costume. I hate it when things go missing "between" places - you're never really sure where you ought to be looking. Damn, I wish Culpeper's would just phone and tell me whether I've got the job or not. It's over a week since I had the interview. I suppose they'll make me wait two. If I haven't, well, too bad, but at least I can go about applying with a clear conscience and let Arabella and Sophia know if I can meet them or not.
Despite my academic failings, my creativity continues to flourish. I might even think about writing some more of Watching for Wolves
. Maybe I should join a HP drabble community. sm_monthly
certainly keeps my BSSM
Speaking of which...( Would you like a trim? )