Finally, after several weeks of good weather, a wet and rainy day. And apparently more to come.
Good for the garden, and will help people to stay home.
And stay safe.
Tuesday, 28 April 2020
Monday, 27 April 2020
St Paul's
by William Wordsworth
Pressed with conflicting thoughts of love and fear
I parted from thee, Friend, and took my way
Through the great City, pacing with an eye
Downcast, ear sleeping, and feet masterless
That were sufficient guide unto themselves,
And step by step went pensively. Now, mark!
Not how my trouble was entirely hushed,
(That might not be) but how, by sudden gift,
Gift of Imagination's holy power,
My Soul in her uneasiness received
An anchor of stability.—It chanced
That while I thus was pacing, I raised up
My heavy eyes and instantly beheld,
Saw at a glance in that familiar spot
A visionary scene—a length of street
Laid open in its morning quietness,
Deep, hollow, unobstructed, vacant, smooth,
And white with winter's purest white, as fair,
As fresh and spotless as he ever sheds
On field or mountain. Moving Form was none
Save here and there a shadowy Passenger
Slow, shadowy, silent, dusky, and beyond
And high above this winding length of street,
This moveless and unpeopled avenue,
Pure, silent, solemn, beautiful, was seen
The huge majestic Temple of St Paul
In awful sequestration, through a veil,
Through its own sacred veil of falling snow.
I parted from thee, Friend, and took my way
Through the great City, pacing with an eye
Downcast, ear sleeping, and feet masterless
That were sufficient guide unto themselves,
And step by step went pensively. Now, mark!
Not how my trouble was entirely hushed,
(That might not be) but how, by sudden gift,
Gift of Imagination's holy power,
My Soul in her uneasiness received
An anchor of stability.—It chanced
That while I thus was pacing, I raised up
My heavy eyes and instantly beheld,
Saw at a glance in that familiar spot
A visionary scene—a length of street
Laid open in its morning quietness,
Deep, hollow, unobstructed, vacant, smooth,
And white with winter's purest white, as fair,
As fresh and spotless as he ever sheds
On field or mountain. Moving Form was none
Save here and there a shadowy Passenger
Slow, shadowy, silent, dusky, and beyond
And high above this winding length of street,
This moveless and unpeopled avenue,
Pure, silent, solemn, beautiful, was seen
The huge majestic Temple of St Paul
In awful sequestration, through a veil,
Through its own sacred veil of falling snow.
Saturday, 25 April 2020
Friday, 24 April 2020
Thursday, 23 April 2020
Sunday, 19 April 2020
Some Progress in OO9.
Not necessarily the whole scheme, more of an incomplete test track for me to practice techniques on.
Tuesday, 14 April 2020
Long Book
I've been reading The Silmarillion since the lockdown started.
I've just finished it.
Is it all over now? Or does it just *seem* like three months?
Saturday, 11 April 2020
Friday, 10 April 2020
Thursday, 9 April 2020
When the Predictable Happens
I have been looking at the progress of Coronavirus, firstly in China and then elsewhere, since January this year. I've felt for some time that the Government has been responding slowly - from early March onwards, in fact - and I personally started fairly rigorous social distancing on the 12th.
Also I have a lung condition - one that is not that common (sarcoids) - so I was aware that I was at risk.
Plotting the figures, I could predict that numbers contracting the virus and the numbers of those dying would go up exponentially - just as they did elsewhere.
However, it is all now happening (broadly as I expected). And it is scary. The relatively high numbers of deaths at present are roughly as anticipated, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch.
Also, I've had a letter from King's, a text from the Government, and a call from my Consultant, all telling me I'm at risk and that I should be 'shielding'. And despite expecting all of this, it has been quite upsetting.
So being proven right gives no solace, and really didn't help me prepare emotionally - or rather, it was an opportunity that I failed to make use of.
Hey-ho...
Also I have a lung condition - one that is not that common (sarcoids) - so I was aware that I was at risk.
Plotting the figures, I could predict that numbers contracting the virus and the numbers of those dying would go up exponentially - just as they did elsewhere.
However, it is all now happening (broadly as I expected). And it is scary. The relatively high numbers of deaths at present are roughly as anticipated, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch.
Also, I've had a letter from King's, a text from the Government, and a call from my Consultant, all telling me I'm at risk and that I should be 'shielding'. And despite expecting all of this, it has been quite upsetting.
So being proven right gives no solace, and really didn't help me prepare emotionally - or rather, it was an opportunity that I failed to make use of.
Hey-ho...
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