whine whinge grumble kvetch 愚痴 抱怨

Daily life, i.e. whining: I am beginning to feel less like a person who gets headaches occasionally and more like one who is (very very mildly) chronically ill. Ugh. No sympathy required because there are some things I could actually do to ameliorate this that I haven't done, like go to the eye doctor or get a more ergonomic 身体工学/人間工学的 desk setup, so "whining" is where it's at. (There is, however, legitimately nothing I can do about hot bright weather or low-pressure systems...).

Music: No orchestra for the rest of the month at least, thank you local and national governments for continuing to fuck up your handling of the situation as expected. Otherwise, I've been listening to some of the Messiaen piano stuff, preludes and etudes, which are very satisfying in their weird floaty other-dimensional way.

Books: Rereading bits of Antonia Forest. I think End of Term might be the best thing she ever wrote, even though I have to skip over some of the more awful things she does to Nicola because they make me sad; but her hand with characterization and atmosphere is incredible. (From another writer, Jess Geddes suddenly having to leave school for family reasons would seem EXTREMELY contrived, but somehow one never questions it.) And the set pieces, small and large, are fabulous--Nicola and Patrick's day out, Miranda and Miss Cromwell in the theatre gallery, and of course the Play itself, in the midst of which she somehow finds time to focus on the fine points of Rowan's and Patrick's characters as well.

Chinese: Two vaguely food-related idioms that amused me (one from the grammar wiki and one via Liu Chang): 老板炒了他的鱿鱼, the boss fried his squid, = the boss fired him, and 不要吃我的豆腐, don’t eat my tofu, don’t tease me/mess with me.
( Stuff on my mind from Chongqi, or how much is two x Uncles Two )

Writing: Two scenes rewritten more or less to my satisfaction, which makes me...what...one tenth of the way through the necessary revisions? It's possible that the reasonable psychological motive can also be ascribed elsewhere--they are not as justified as they think they are in practical terms, but they have reasons for thinking so--also, what is the greatest difference between L and her father, besides the various obvious ones? (It doesn't have to make sense, don't worry)

Photos: Some jewelflowers (not their real name, which I don't know), yellow irises (?), and more roses; also a couple of alleys and a dilapidated house/warehouse with the kind of windows I can never resist.
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Be safe and well.