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Yesterday was a whirlwind of activity. Attila lost a half day’s pay to government bureaucracy. We drove hours to visit government offices during their hours of operation, in order to personally fill in the forms, and stand for the photographs, as required. We also managed to fit in the fitting for the tuxedo that Attila will wear at the wedding, which was quick, easy and took less than fifteen minutes. And while Attila was busy with measurements, I took a few minutes to duck into a nearby clothing store and found a pair of shoes for myself, to be worn at the wedding. Finding the shoes was nothing short of miraculous, as my feet are an almost impossible fit. A very profitable day, all things considered, even though it did slightly reduce our income. Last night as we sat on the porch, Attila pointed out a dead ladderback woodpecker, lying on its back, beside the stoop. It was a beautiful bird, yellow waistcoat, scarlet throat, beautiful. It must have hit the window above and broken its neck. I dutifully called the local health unit to report the dead bird. Since they only test ravens, crows and bluejays for West Nile Virus, this little bird will not picked up to be tested. However, its demise will be recorded in their database for possible future reference. I have been reading the news every morning, and have decided to discontinue this practice, at least temporarily. For the moment I do not want to expose my spirit to the vagaries of the journalistic perspective. If I am to believe what I read, the rest of humanity is adrift in a sea of chaos and violence, heroes are villains, villains are heroes, ordinary events beneath mention. I guess, if that is the state of the rest of the world, I am afloat on the very same raft, and an unwilling participant in the very same chaos and violence by virtue of my species. The media is an overwhelming spectre. I need to spend some time gazing into the horizon. So far I can see islands of courage and compassion, isolated swaths of green photosynthesizing potential and a few lighthouses casting beams of joy into the darkness. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Hosta Bloom Poems The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, " O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are, What a beautiful Pussy you are." Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing. O let us be married, too long we have tarried; But what shall we do for a ring?" They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. " Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will" So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon. And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand. They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, They danced by the light of the moon. Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’ T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. Weather Sunny Temp 23°C Pressure 100.5 kPa Visibility 15 km Humidity 70 % Humidex 28 Dewpoint 17°C Wind E 15 km/h |
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