What to do next?

Cloudy with occasional sunshine today. I woke up early with a stiff neck from an uncomfortable night's sleep and dozed intermittently listening to the news for the next hour and a half. By lying with my head and shoulders slightly raised while I dozed, stiff shoulders and neck slowly relaxed. Ninety aid trucks cleared to cross the border into Gaza on Monday but it's taken three days for the food and medical supplies to be transferred to Palestinian trucks for distribution. How many children and elderly people have died in the past three days has yet to be determined. Netanyahu has said he's ready to declare a cease-fire in exchange for 

Clare was having trouble getting Chromium Browser to behave as she expected it to on her computer, and asked me to troubleshoot. The Home page button seems to be preset to deliver a Linux Mint version of the Google search bar, which is totally unhelpful disrupting her memorised pattern of interaction. It's possible to set the start page to the familiar Google appearance, but in the end it's better to hide the Home page button to dispose of the annoyance. I had the same hassle when I was configuring my workstation, but soon forget troubleshooting steps when the need to change anything is infrequent.

A fish delivery from Ashton's arrived which took Clare away from her computer so I could sort it out and explain any changes next time she uses it. Then I paid the fishmonger's bill and the water rates bill on-line and then it was midday. In a radio interview with rock star Pete Townshend, he spoke about his career, far more extensive than writing songs and performing with 'The Who'. His creative life has embraced music theatre, opera, ballet and visual art. The Who were innovative ground breaking performers in the evolution of rock music since the seventies. While not averse to live performing his huge collection of songs, at eighty he's looking for new ways to be artistically creative to last him the rest of his life. I've had similar thoughts this past year, but have yet to alight upon something that fires my imagination or suggests a new project. I don't want to spend my final years simply reading Spanish novels watching foreign movies on catch-up, walking in the park and writing stuff few people are likely to read. But no inspiration so far.

Clare prepared lunch then went out for a walk and I took over cooking. I dozed in the chair afterwards and then went for a walk. After a pause of several days, work on roofing the new Padel court in Llandaff Fields spurted ahead today. It's now three quarters finished. Its large aluminium framework is covered with a white water resistant canopy reaching down the sides of the structure to a height of three metres. I imagine there'll be transparent lower walls to make the structure a one large windproof tent. Here's hoping there'll be no high winds before it's complete.

I visited the tree with a hollow branch stump, and saw a blue tit coming and going. My camera detected no evidence of nest building in the hollow, but after hanging around for a while I got another better photo of a blue tit emerging, standing on the edge of the hollow with something white in its mouth. I think it was some kind of larva incubating the rotten wood of hollow.

After supper I found a new Spanish crimmie to watch, set in Valladoid. I found I can follow the dialogue as easily as I can understand French movies, well, at least when it's not spoken too fast, or in an unfamiliar regional accent. This feels like an achievement of sorts. And so to bed.