I thought yesterday’s meeting went as planned. No shocking revelations, but nothing bad. We are planning a project that should bear fruit in 2020-21, as long as we can get some funding.
Things are calm here, as I anticipate moving on to my next UK destination soon. It’s time to wrap things up, see the last few people, wash some clothes, and pack. It was a good visit. Normally, I come for only a few days, but this year it was a couple of weeks, and it was worth the little extra time.
Today’s haiku: Snowdrop. It’s another in my series of flower haiku, with just a touch of innuendo.
8 of Cups. Happiness.
Literally, my cup runneth over. It’s the perfection of water, and we have certainly had enough water in the last couple of days. It rained most of Monday and Tuesday here, with a particularly heavy downpour during my meeting. (The cafe had skylights.)
As for happiness, I would say more like satisfaction. I’m not overjoyed by anything right now, but after the actual travelling part, things have gone well. I’ve written a little poetry, as well as a little bit of work on what I’m supposed to be doing. I hope to see the mentor I mentioned for tea today, but it may only be his wife. But that’s OK. We’ve known each other for nearly 30 years – almost exactly, in fact. We met in September 1989.
Err, does that date me? Hmm. Pull the curtain. Nothing to see here.