Started with Danny and I painting the new pinboards in the front entrance. Pinboards are a pain to paint, they're dusty, textured and rough. Even with well-thinned emulsion and a thick-pile roller it takes for ever. Danny did the cutting-in, I did the roller work.
When we'd finished we stood back and admired our work. It looked great, as it should do—we've spent loads of time, effort and cash over the last few weeks making it so. Getting the War Memorial bronzes/brasses cleaned cost over 2K alone, the oak-framed pinboards weren't cheap either.
Danny and I have got a wee bit Colin & Justin lately, we spent ages agonizing over the exact shade of green that we wanted for the pinboards, Danny has been madly rearranging the trophies in the new display cabinets for over a week. There was still something wrong.
It was the plasma screen, it wasn't on but even if it had been it would have destroyed the symmetry that we'd worked so hard to create. I'm not a geek for nothing, so I created a powerpoint template that matched. For once I lucky, I get perfect colour matches.
Sad old sods that we are, we horizontal-beamed as we did three-sixties[2π] from various vantage points to check out our work. The thing looks lovely. Almost nobody will notice what we have achieved in any conscious sense, they will subliminaly clock that they are in a temple of education.
Then it was off to my topology tutorial.
I'd forgotten that it was festival time, central Edinburgh was stowed with mal-dressed folk. I was beginning to get ratty with them when I ran into Graham in the Grassmarket. He was having a fag, which I'd been in-head planning for some while. So I rolled one as we walked to the tutorial together.
I've had a couple of maths books wasting time on my bookshelves for a while now, so I'd been planning to give them to mates, who would appreciate them. I had two about my person when I met Graham.
His was: the philosophy of maths. He will have much more fun with it that I ever could. I, also, gave Chris my partial differentiation book, it's probably too easy for him but...
Graham and I were early, not the first, so we sat with the others in the reception cafe-typee-thingee [nobody ever eats the free fruit] and talked about t0pology, groups and the online OU life. I'm in an awkward place when it comes to either.
Then we did our topology. Towards the end of which I looked round my wee group of mathos, We were tired. Because I played chess from an early age I know that thinking is as knackering as digging holes.
When we'd finished doing the stuff that none of us understand [well I at least don't], I walked back through an even-more thronged Grassmarket/canal to my school. I did the few bits and pieces that were needed so that tomorrow, when the cleaners come, they won't be in my way. I would have liked to go for a pint with my mates...
When I got home I found my wife toiling in the garden, so I was obliged to help. She bossed me around for about an hour.
I was pecking by this point so, I played the astronomical card—the Perseids are due tonight Babe, I said. We might want to be out walking in the dark for that.
I'm now drinking strong cider, but come dark, if the sky is clear my wife and I will be out in the wild-world looking for the Persiads.
I don't often get days like today. But the fact that I get any days like today shows that I'm on the right track with my life.
Life is an existance theorem when it comes to the joy of it.