Took a walking stick with me on a recent walk and found it a big help – especially for pointing at things!
Incidentally, can it really be September?
That means it is autumn.
What you don’t want to see when you’re making the bed is a spider running out of the covers. Now I know it is getting colder at night but that is beyond the pale.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n
John Milton
Saw Bolt – (the wonder dog), recently. Do follow the link, it is worth it just to see the expression in the dog’s eyes. Excellent Disney animation. Even better – look at the youtube trailer.
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Ensuring that Misty does not go rushing out into the garden barking furiously has become quite a pantomime. It involves much soft-spoken entreaties of “Quietly” and “Gently” and stroking of raised hackles. It is becoming reasonably successful, but it takes a while. However, there is a new performance art which we cannot help but encourage. Have you ever seen a determined little cairn jumping up and down – with four straight legs, raised hair everywhere and high-decibel barking? It happens when we replay the “New Tricks” programmes on TV. She takes great exception to the signature tune. My belief is that once upon a time the tune coincided with the little dog going outside and finding a gaggle of large deer in the garden.
Perhaps you wouldn’t like it anyway, but before we put an end to it I must video it and try to put it on youtube. Meantime here is the said tune.
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A nice bowl of soup and chunks of newly made bread.
Parsnip and apple actually.
It isn’t often that a novel sends you rushing to the web to look up Quantum physics – but such is the power of Danny Scheinmann’s Random Acts of Heroic Love that you can’t help it. At least I can’t. You can look up quantum physics if you feel like it, but the book takes a good bit of effort. However, it is vastly rewarding. The cover declares – Two tales of love, two stories of loss, one great emotional journey. In fact I suspect it can be everyone’s journey. I learnt things about the Russian Revolution, WWI, Communism, South America and modern life. The two heroes are separated by more than seventy years of distance and more than two cultures.
Now I need time to rest and assimilate.
Oh and by the way, Neil, our librarian with the library van certainly knows how to pick them.
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WB Yeats
It’s a dry day in Dalamory. Quick: take dog for a walk, fill the bird feeders, stop faffing on about why you didn’t do the washing and hope someone feels like cutting the grass soon. Oh yes – and enjoy the peacock butterflies that are appearing everywhere.
