Twenty-two over seven

[pensnest]

As far as I am concerned, today is Pi Day. 22/7. Not that I have celebrated by constructing a pie, or even a pie chart. I did make a rather good pie a few days ago, with a random selection of fruit-I-happened-to-have-in-the-house, including nectarines, dried figs, a banana, apples, and so on, moistened with Grandpa's plum jam. It was very good pie.

Real post! Thank you frausorge for the postcard from Paris. :-)

My fingernails are a splattered mixture of light blue, white and occasional pink. I cannot decide if they look really cool or as though I have diseased fingertips.

The pumpkin plant is taking over Hertfordshire the back garden. There are several burgeoning pumpkins, which should make for a curry-filled autumn. There's also at least one respectable squash in progress, and a couple of junior-baseball-bat-sized courgettes, due to my not thinking about cooking any today or yesterday. Also, beans. And I must post—but cannot yet—a picture of my GLORIOUS lilies.

We had two estate agents here this afternoon to give us an idea of what we might sell our house for—and a long, fairly gentle sales pitch about why we should use their particular agencies. Still, fair enough. Another one tomorrow.

Tomorrow is also the sixth anniversary of my father's death. So I have been watching some of the background material from the Lord of the Rings films—Christopher Lee's eyes are a little darker than my Dad's, his face is thinner and his beard more substantial, but otherwise, and particularly in voice and mannerisms, he is *just* like my father. The voice is particularly evocative. And I don't have my father on tape or video.

Comments

[sperrywink]

Good point about pi day!

Good luck with the estate agents and the pumpkins.

[pensnest]

I think there was an American Pi Day (hehe) back in March. Mine is better!

Estate agents' estimates vary by £65,000 from top to bottom of range. Good grief.

[frausorge]

You're most welcome.

And, may your grieving walk lightly with you.

[pensnest]

Thank you.

[turlough]

Hooray for gardening! And good luck with those estate agents.

♥

[pensnest]

My gardening is very much of the 'I'll plant it, and it'll either grow or not' variety, so it's always exciting when things *do* grow. There is one semi-orange tomato out there now!

Estate agents' estimates are... widely varied, shall we say.

[turps]

Hope the estate agents visits went well.

Oh, I bet your lilies are gorgeous. I'm looking forward to seeing them.

[pensnest]

We learned quite a bit from some of the estate agents, but it's a tedious process. And the resultant estimates vary by £65,000 top to bottom, so, gah!

I'm just waiting for the pink lilies out front to burst into glorious bloom before I post all the pix!

[rikes]

The pie you made sounds amazing!

Good luck with the estate agents.

[pensnest]

It was excellent pie.

This moving house business is very complicated. I don't know when it's going to happen...

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Death anniversaries are the worst. Not just because of the sadness involved, but also -- the reflecting. Good Lord, the reflecting. *shudders* *hugs you*

Christopher Lee! Much with the gravitas, that one. :) I really ought to sit down sometime and make a list of all the actors that I've thought resembled my father at one time or another (there have been A LOT)...but I'm scared that the percentage of crush overlap will be the thing that finally destroys me mentally. (Not a joke. Ugh.)

[pensnest]

Oddly, I don't do a lot of reflecting about my father's death, at least, not anniversary-connected. And I can't remember exactly the date of my beloved grandma's death, though it must be the eleventh anniversary around now. I am at the stage where I like to be reminded of them, though—by a deep bass voice or a rowing crew, or by old ladies chattering on the bus and wearing hats. Remember and smile.