Soft, soft or cruel/ can't we change our minds?

[dolorosa_12]

This weekend, in bullet points:

I'm slow-roasting tonight's dinner, and the house is starting to fill up with delicious smells.

I've managed to read one book this weekend: Medusa, by Jessie Burton, which is a feminist retelling of the myth, richly written, with gorgeous illustrations by Olivia Lomenech Gill. The twist on the myth — an emphasis on the trauma and ruin caused by male violence against women — is hardly a new one in Greek myth retellings, but it's one that I'll generally seek out and read in all instances.

I finally did what I should have done years ago, and deleted my Livejournal. I hadn't logged in for years, and stopped cross-posting around 2017, but for various sentimental reasons hadn't had the heart to actually delete it. This was an idiotic decision from an online security perspective, and I should have deleted the thing years ago. In any case, it's done now. The comm I used to run is deleted as well.

Yesterday, I went to the gardening supply shop, and bought about fifteen different packets of seeds. This morning Matthias and I planted beetroot and spring onion seeds in the vegetable patch. The earth was dark, and rich, and full of worms, and buds and blossoms were starting to be visible on all the fruit trees. It's not a lot, but it's something.