5 OS pleasures in your day today - part 3

DigForVictory

Dumps an edit & runs - I love reading (thank you All!) but life is being utterly crackers.

OS Pleasures recently

Middleson has peered at the oven (which is presently staying cold) & zipped off to order bits. There are days having an engineer in the family is a huge relief.

So loving astronaut banter - up on stage in the hanger “furthest I’ve been from Reid in days” - are those four always going to hunker together or will they relearn Earth social distancing?!

Ergh, tooth brushing past a lip that’s still buzzing with “o when the saints”. Still at least I’m not gargling the imperial March with TCP. (That stuff costs as much a litre as single malt.)

Youngest has pegged out laundry & brought it in proudly, dry, crisp, flat. Then confused his trousers with mine & I’m crackered but giggling.

Middleson appears, finds & lifts trestles & disappears again. The joy of being mother of sons is that this isn’t disconcerting, just amusing. (Later photo of insulation sawn to fit precisely explains much.)

The appeal for abandoned/unwanted/not currently being played brass instruments for our novices to learn on is circulating on Facebook.

So many scouts, so many beautiful braids (the lasses outnumber the lads currently.)

Finally got a bag of Scout uniform shirts to scouts & chivvied a senior patrol leader into an explorer shirt that’ll fit him for several weeks rather than be strangled into for one award ceremony. Amongst the mix of emotions was amusement - exactly as my lad would recognise!

Had a farcical hour in the office just as I was thinking of going home. Eventually got out at 6pm which would have felt more of a win if I’d made a decision about a meeting on Tuesday.

Ah Midsomer & Richard Briars, truly a delightful combination.

Hurrah! Enough sunshine to trigger blossom on the municipal cherry tree, in time for our wedding anniversary.

Charity shop (I always call ahead) touchingly grateful, both for the goods & the warning. Hope someone pays generously for collectors item Simpsons Converse - just half a size too small for me, but I won’t wear shoes to limp in.

Ooops. Middleson dropped off a Costco pizza & Youngest is eyeing the remains - as a meal, it came up short, so I suggested chips. Shame on me. He’s now complimenting me on my near genius & I’m thinking I’ve unleashed a monster. Still, if I created it, least I can do is feed it.

Is it odd to check the weather & look forward to line drying?

Found a receipt & upbraided Youngest not just for apparently buying love but so cheaply - got the most glorious indignant bewilderment as he hadn't realised his yellow-sticker-ed strawberry love chupachup lollies were set up on the machine as “love 120g 0.65” Every time I see the lolly bag, I now glance at him & get that still slightly indignant look back. Along with a grin.

Yes! Wind and sun dried bedlinen off the line before dew point & neatly folded ready for its place in the stack. Proud moment!

Had a smashing lesson with an E flat bass (brass doesn't come bigger without significantly more really-deliberate-&-engineered mischief) & learned much more about embouchure and thinking of where I want to note to sound. (And even it didn’t, apparently my expressions were hilarious & to make a big bass laugh is a treat!)

There was a peacock strolling along the pavement!

There are Gestures for Albert and the Lion?! Headfirst into rabbit hole of research! (Coming up blank - suggestions?!)

Moved the tray of cuttings onto the office windowsill so I cheer them on and ignore them totally from the same chair.

My instructor is amused that I play, hear it’s not right & adjust it (this is a virtue in novice brass apparently). His notes appear like daisies, they just open & they are there.

Rewatching Small Prophets - as even on a sunny Saturday, they are magical. Utterly magical.

Some years ago I couldn’t find a review if a specific tent & pondered if it were carnivorous. For some reason I am now hearing that question being asked by Alister Sim of a St.Trinian’s girl… (and thanks to band, am trying to imagine how that would be scored, to replicate rhythm & pitch)

Middleson has been to check up on how I’m doing decluttering. Set us all homework.

Lovely brother-in-law gently reminding me it’s a big-oh birthday for his wife, and she does so love cards. He’s a complete sweetie.

Seen a lovely barleysugar cob being introduced to traffic, stopping & having a good look at some vans & the handler absolutely being the brains with a car driver who doesn’t want to cause upset but hasn't quite gathered what the protocol is…

Training is great - I love feeling the sense of the penny dropping!

Colleague & I really disassembling a business to see what we know, & what we can test, is both educational & satisfying.

Today we start the class on analytical functions, which can feel like leading young horses over poles. It’s very simple, very basic but it lays secure foundations.

Whole new scout principle - ‘take your glitter home’. (One the Beavers try to abide by, with limited success!)

Stunning Moon on the drive south!

Somehow, winding the grandfather clock has a zing, satisfaction & nostalgia mixed.

Mum’s consultant pleased with the relative wellbeing & has confirmed up to three glasses of wine a day permissible (but she’s so out of practice she finds one both a treat & a challenge.)

Catching up on Our King in America & loving the superbly British humour that gracefully skewered his unaware host.

Oh gods, lady mother at the Good Housekeeping crossword again. My vocabulary on expressing sorrow is taking a battering! [Staying off the puzzle solver sites.]

Mum snorting over GH article where people Pay to have their mobile phones taken from them for three days. Me thinking surely you just stand in a city & some enterprising soul will part you from the device (albeit not so likely to return it after 72 hours) for free.

“What are bifold doors?” I had to pull up Google images & we speculated in the engineering & the view that goes both ways, (do I want tourists hiking in the hills to be able to see me shamble to the kettle?!) and both of us are aware of heating bills let alone maintenance. Then “split boarding” - I live a quiet life, I hadn't a clue, but any activity that requires “splitboard, touring bindings, skins, poles, and avalanche safety equipment“ can get along without me. As we cackled together “what could possibly go wrong?”…

Oooh! Parish magazine has been delivered & Good Housekeeping is abandoned in favour of local news - plans for flood control, art week, a migration of loft conversions, rights of way, and updates from the local health centre, primary school, & police (our community copper has a formal office at one end & so is to attend lunch club so a face can be put to a name!) The Parish appears to rather enjoy chivvying the police into “improved visibility”…

If there is a sharper pain than your mother’s applause when you finish mangling ‘Frère Jacques’ I do not want to feel it. Still, that I can shamble through reading music a bit (at all) is her doing, & I cherish her now for bringing the evil witch then.

Oh my bed, my lovely lovely bed! My welcoming duvet. (Wiggles appreciatively.)

There’s a bullfinch on the currant bushes, too heavy for the younger shoots but the currant crop should have been netted earlier. Ah well, the wildlife need food more than I do. Meanwhile the herb garden has been invaded by feral strawberries & I’m torn between defending my Italian cuisine and hoping for wild strawberry jam!

The little oak forest indoors has 5 seedlings all in water so far. Acorns bringing me so much joy!

New practice technique. Blast it out, get everything warm, then get a solid grip on each note, no wavering, no squeaking. Heave the breath back, apologise to sheep startled three fields over & play it again, quietly. To my bewildered delight, I can get notes out quieter. OK I have a lot more work to do to manage very quiet but at least I see what’s wanted.

Listened to a new folk song to me, Barbara Allen. So far I can play some of the notes but not the high ones so it’s all a bit of a tangle. Not that playing a round in class went smoothly, but I knew the theory (even if I couldn’t find the notes) while my classmate was wondering why we weren’t in synch! We both need to work on playing while listening to each other.

Health Strength Love & Courage to all as have need, may your days unwind as hoped & your weekends bring satisfaction in its many varied forms!

Frith

Pleasures for today (Friday)

1)A lie in.

2) Another shift over.

3) Talked to colleague about the FINAL tomorrow (will we be promoted?) and the Norwegian fanclub for our team are going to his house!

4) Smaller son very tense. He can't travel on a coach for 10+ hours (he's 6 feet 5) but he bought tickets to watch the match in the pub attached to the club.

5) Used up lo broccoli cheese then rhubarb pie for my tea.

ampersand

1. A 20-hour yesterday, most of it🌹telling, back 1a.m. Could have been much worse. Greens are a predictable tickbox novelty for Town of Gown. Wore red top-to-toe.🌹🌹🌹🥰 Only 2 shouty and abusive voters, both Deform.
2. Suddenly, a small, tiny peripheral movement .....and there he is! Leveret, momentarily right beside &!💓 But, as always😔, no time to reach mob., take pic. Bounded away across vast field, fast, distant, gone.
3. Helped at Peaceful and Prayerful Art Group again this arvo. So good.
4. Listened to Gloucester beat Sale just now, while sky watching. Toulon vs Toulouse in The Alma demain soir.🤞♥️et🖤🏉.
5. Looking forward to easy bed+hwb, less used for warmth than for snuggle comfort.🫶🤲👍

Not teller &'s polling station,😁 -https://share.google/dAVYhZxVsSg9g58Ji