Somewhere to play.

The phantom was here, or not ?

Winter has arrived, the frost is taking all the green and turning it into dead.

There are those few who can withstand the cold, I'm not one of them.

Many things keep me busy - I have tried boredom once, it was boring - not for me, I would rather do nothing and enjoy it.

The world is like a large jig-saw puzzle.

"So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be." (We Two:Lord Tennyson)

One of my all time favorite entertainment pieces is the music from the theater and movies.

Many times it is a case of - seen the movie, got the music, and still have to read the book. Then sometimes the book was read before the movie was seen.

Rummaging around at the flea market the other day, like a fat, well-fed pig looking for a tasty morsel, after saying 'no' to a few interesting items, and having sniffed at it; paged through it; put it back a few times; the book went home with me - The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux, an abridged translation Charles Dickens' great granddaughter Doris Dickens.

I have seen the movie, got the dvd and music, now the book was read as well, and that makes me .... a what ?

The real art to life is to enjoy what-ever life dishes up.
If it is pooh, plant flowers in it.
Anything else is a bargain.

---- and if the pooh-heap gets too much, pass it on to others, always share, there are others who can use it.