Today marked our real estate return to Trosa. Two years ago, we revisited, looking at what we called The Pink House, with plans to settle in this town we’d fallen in love with. As it turned out, we didn’t buy The Pink House, instead settling into The Red House, on the other side of Mount Trosa. It’s been a wonderful two years and continues to surprise and delight us.
Something certainly not delightful was the totally unexpected news that David Lynch died today. An artistic genius. I have been a fan from the first time I saw his work. He changed the idea of both cinema and television in my eyes. His surreal takes on just about everything will always be a touchstone for me.
That aside, the day was mostly filled with pottering around the house. Well, it was for me. Mirinda and Fi went into Trosa at lunchtime and didn’t return until well after dark. I love Trosa but have no idea how they managed to fill the afternoon. They did walk to The World’s End, so I guess there’s that.
One thing I did was to reacquaint myself with Mendeley. This has nothing to do with Rebecca though it always reminds me of her. It is actually, a referencing tool which we used, extensively, during Mirinda’s PhD. Of course that was completed in 2019 and I’ve not used it since but Mirinda needed to create a bibliography for her wolf essay and, being the Information Scientist in the family, it was up to me to enter her references.
There were a few false starts but, eventually, I had it sussed and, upon her return, Mirinda spent a goodly amount of time using the citations to litter her work.
I found that very satisfying.
Something that’s not exactly satisfying is the rapid deterioration of the front garden into a swamp. It’s the inevitable result of melting ice and snow.

And it hasn’t rained for ages. Which is definitely a good thing.
I wonder how The Pink House is faring?
PS: Joan Plowright also did today. A wonderful British actor.