February 2, 2013
Something flickered on the kitchen wall this morning. Could it possibly be my own shadow? Oh, there it is on the floor too.
Does it count if it’s inside the house? On the way to the garage I was rained on and shone upon at the same time; there was no longer any doubt. I had seen my shadow.
I think I would prefer 6 more weeks of winter rather than these unusually hot springs we have had which then seem to cheat us out of summer.
At lunch I found a seed in the persimmon I was eating. It was surprisingly big. I had never seen one before. I will plant it and see what happens. Last week I ordered a persimmon tree. Makes me think about people who decide to adopt and then get pregnant.
We went into town to see if we could find anyone interested in Good. We saw a riot police bus and wondered what might be going on. It was to do with a football (soccer) game. A group of fans had a parade.
A man was giving out flyers against austerity. He did not agree that a change in mankind, a change in our hearts, would bring more happiness than a change in government policy.
We came home and made crêpes. That is what French people do on February 2nd. Never mind the thicker flipping gold type ones. We like them cooked on the bilig, lacy, thin, almost crispy, moistened with Breton butter.