Up and Offing

I found a shark on the beach this morning while Carolyn and I were walking, so I brought it home, with a fender and a piece of wormy wood. The joys of beachcombing.

Tonight we watched Sally Potter's Yes and I loved it, loved the verse and the rhythm, even loved the roughness, but not the terrible sound quality and mix. I saw the vision, that's enough, especially after a full day. I painted the first coat in my bedroom, a pale bone or putty called Joa's White, and I cut back the lower spikes of the enormous yucca, much bloodshed, and rearranged a lot of the stones, and did a little work as well. All good. And I have done a lot of planting the last few days.