18.12.2025 An overture to the subliminal.

 ~o~

  Thursday 18th 42F /5.6C. Another cloudy day with rain after lunch. Breezy from the south.

 Up at 6.50 after busy night. 

 8.20 A smudgy red sky! The whole sky. Even in the west. All the clouds are lit up with soft pink. I hope the shepherds are taking note! 

 9.00 Time for a walk. It's really quite breezy. Everything is moving.

 The wind made it feel much colder than expected. The two brown birds of prey retreated as I plodded down the road. Even though they were already hundreds of meters away. 

 11.40 I braved the cold wind to try and fix more screws in the carport roof. It was hopeless. The new, stainless steel screws would not go more than half way in. Despite the holes being pre-drilled. The screws were just spinning. When I tried to remove them two sheared off. I may check if M4 has a similar thread pitch to the self tapping screws. If I can tap the thread that might reduce the friction. Or, I can use M4 machine screws.

 I gave up and began to tidy up outside. To avoid wasting my time completely. More scrap plywood laid onto the brambles. Ladders carried out of sight. Tools put way. Barely making a dent in the visual chaos.

 Dinner was another fry-up. Organic sausage, mushrooms, an egg on toast, halved, cherry tomatoes. Another glass of organic red wine. 

 

  ~o~