The Daily Sacrament of Unnecessary Goodness

This afternoon, took Analie to Manjit's; Analie needs a job, and Manjit needs a cleaner; think it will work out well. 

This is the view of our house from Manjit's balcony; the Chapel is on the ridge behind ours, and the aerial bottom right on the ridge before ours; all foreshortened, of course. The thumbnail is of our gate and our one autumn coloured tree. Feel quite proud that trees we've planted are really looking like proper trees.

It was a grey, rainy day, and saddened by the terrible floods in Spain, over 150 confirmed dead so far, and terrible destruction. Half the dead in regions that had no rain! The storm is heading this way, apparently, but won't be as severe. So they say. I know this valley has flooded in the past, but we are quite high up.

Capon, ch 4, "The Generous Ox" on the huge variety of meats there are, not just between animals but between different parts of an animal, and the horror it would be if nutrition were reduced to a pill, or learning a language to swallowing a capsule:
Language is no utilitarian abstraction; English, French, Greek, and Latin are concrete delights, relishings by which the flavor of words and syntax are rolled over the tongue. (Which, teaching English on a Monday, and Portuguese on a Tuesday, I can attest to - endless fascination between the differences.) And so, in their own way are all the declensions and conjugatins of beef, lamb, pork, and veal. Food is the daily sacrament of unnecessary goodness, ordained for a continual remembrance that the world will always be more delicious than it is useful. Necessity is the mother only of clichés. It takes playfulness to make poetry.