Webs

I have now got so many small jobs, I actually struggle to answer the question how many? I work in five different settings, one of them being my home where my private practice is based. Another job, though working for an organisation in a nearby town, mostly involves working from home. There are two schools and a university. At the moment my head feels a messy jumble of fragments of work-related information. Most of the work is new, and there is much I don't yet know or understand, loads I need to do and haven't yet got to grips with. I don't like the way this is making me feel. I fear I may not have the right temperament for a 'portfolio career'. But at least I have work. When I look back a year, I am at least very grateful for that.

Spiders everywhere. In their webs in corners, at the tops of window frames, between car wing mirrors and cars. Wherever I am, on a train, in a room, driving, I seem to look up and see the striped legs of a spider, when I'm walking invisible webs brush my face.

A starts a Masters degree tomorrow at the university where he did his first degree. You can imagine my pride and pleasure, and my slight trepidation...

Warm weather just this side of the equinox. Golden autumn days, and t shirts, cut-offs and sandals get a reprieve from stowing away for the winter.

We went to see the new Almodovar film, The Skin I Live In, on Sunday. The man's a genius in my book. He's just 62, and the older he gets, the more accomplished his work becomes. I don't really do reviews, but I recommend it very highly. A few adjectives to whet your appetite. Theatrical, balletic, mythic, absurd, mysterious, subtle, grotesque, beautiful, disturbing, strange.

I will try to write here more again. It has been an odd time. I need to find a prompt to get me in the New Post box regularly.