Soft kitty seeker

@kaygeeuk.bsky.social

Tiny light, keep on shining, hold back the dark. Lives on a hill in Sicily with an embarrassing number of cats. Will grumble and post pictures of cats, Sicily and food. Renovating an old house, which means I say FFS a lot. Roof appreciator.

28 degrees with 70% humidity (so feels 30+) at gone 3am. I need sleep and autumn. Usually past ferragosto it slowly starts to cool. But it will still be 30+ until mid September and that's 6 weeks away and I am so tired and ill and bored of this heat.

Signore Leonardo (old owner who I also see) "Its very isolated, are you sure?" YES BRING ON ISOLATION. Nearly 1 year on I am on chatting terms with nearly 50 people who have fields/houses/go hiking/ride horses on the hill. And end of October / start of November everyone arrives for olive picking.

Soft kitty seeker@kaygeeuk.bsky.social · yesterday

I bought this house because I am an anti-social introvert but some days it is like piccadilly circus. Since 5.30 when I finished work there's been the water delivery couple (her eyepatch, him, no teeth) for corner house- the elderly mother, daughter, husband and adult grandchild were here. And above

The elderly brother and sister who have the last but one field on the left just popped in to see how I was doing and bring me some prickly pears, which I have politely declined because after you've cleaned them, getting one million tiny needles in your hand they taste of nothing.

The fig tree is taunting me by producing way more fruit than even I, fig glutton that I am, can eat. I have a really good fig chutney recipe but it is too hot to make it and both freezers are full. Have a field day insects, it's feasting time.

Well this is promising. Dating site conversation. (Yes, yes, triumph of hope over experience again) Him: I hate capitalism Me: Not as much as I do Him: Shall we compare? Me: Welsh mining village under Thatcher, your move. Him: You win, that's check mate.

For Dad's birthday Ive just done tech support by landline phone and WhatsApp video at the same time so Mum can point whatsapp at the computer screen. Lessons learnt - my mother does not understand left/right/up/down and Dad's dementia is getting worse :(

Sent friend screenshot of Smol's tracker, as he's on his way back from way way away from the house. Comment was"You've raised him to be as willful and disobedient as you are." *proud face*

Screen shot of Smol's tracker map (which actually has a photo of Forte as he used it first) showing he is a long way from the house. You can see the extent of the ruins around the house.

Finally stopped at the pizzeria nearest the house (down the hill and along the plain 3km) and it's kitsch but lovely. And the bloke has given me a beer on the house while I wait for my diavola.

Umbrellas suspended from.the roof

"Nevertheless, the soul that is enslaved to war cries out for deliverance, but deliverance itself appears to it an extreme and tragic aspect, the aspect of destruction" from Simone Weil's essay, "The Iliad, or the poem of force"

tion, for thought cannot journey through time without meeting death on the way. Thus war effaces all conceptions of purpose or goal, including even its own "war aims." It effaces the very notion of war's being brought to an end. To be outside a situation so violent as this is to find it inconceivable; to be inside it is to be unable to conceive its end. Conse-quently, nobody does anything to bring this end about. In the presence of an armed enemy, what hand can relinquish its weapon? The mind ought to find a way out, but the mind has lost all capacity to so much as look outward. The mind is completely absorbed in doing itself violence. Always in human life, whether war or slavery is in question, intolerable sufferings continue, as it were, by the force of their own specific gravity, and so look to the outsider as though they were easy to bear; actually, they continue because they have deprived the sufferer of the resources which might serve to extricate him./
Nevertheless, the soul that is enslaved to war cries out for deliverance, but deliverance itself appears to it in an extreme and tragic aspect, the aspect of destruction. Any other solu-tion, more moderate, more reasonable in character, would expose the mind to suffering so naked, so violent that it could not be borne, even as memory. Terror, grief, exhaustion, slaughter, the annihilation of comrades-is it credible that these things should not continually tear at the soul, if the intoxication of force had not intervened to drown them? The idea that an unlimited effort should bring in only a limited profit or no profit at all is terribly painful.

They've been building the ballroom for 10 months. The Italians built a similar edifice, the bunker courthouse in Palermo, able to withstand a missile attack, in 6 months in the 1980s. Personally, I hope Trump's ballroom will serve the same purpose: a secure location for a mass trial of traitors.

Aaron Rupar@atrupar.com · 7d ago

Trump: "I think the arch is gonna be incredible. I think the protected ballroom and military center that we're building at the White House is gonna be unbelievable. It's very important."

Trying to stop whining about the heat so - One positive thing, I can strip the bed, run the washing machine, get stuff on the line and it will dry in under an hour. Then my favourite sheets can go back on the bed.