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Blogging, to take over the world.
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... )
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July 30, 2018 at 8:27am
July 30, 2018 at 8:27am

Spring tidings:

The Eclipse of the year came on as a spectacular show, it was a 'clear and calm night', as clear as daylight - almost. Only one minor issue marred the affair, it was a 'cold, clear and calm night' and the cold cut the visiting period short for me.

For those who did not see it, it is available at various internet sites dated 27th of July 2018.

Spring is in the air, babies are arriving, an antelope, a calf, lambs from Mary, Sue, even a set of twins from Ann, waiting for more --- soon the bugs and bees will abound.

Many more events planned for the rest of the year.

June 27, 2018 at 7:39pm
June 27, 2018 at 7:39pm
@ 01H15 (or close to it) the Toy Pom started to have pups.

So the Father of the pups told me. He announced the happy affair loud and clear, so much so, the caretaker (author/me) was woken up to tend to the ... (what am I supposed to do?) affair.

All which was to be done, was already done - except the offering of congratulations. There - this is what is required - here; everyone ... have a dog biscuit, for we have puppies!

No, I have not counted them yet, the process is still in progress, and I am having a cuppa brew, the best English tea, or so the advert said.

Update will follow soon, now I must tend to affairs.

02H10 One pup, (black; questions will be asked, as Dad and Mom are both tan)

Oh, never looked, boy or girl?

07H00: one stillborn, tally stays at one.

June 11, 2018 at 6:11am
June 11, 2018 at 6:11am
'Order', the word which should be clearly heard; if there is no order, then 'typoo' would be an international language.

Plastic, plastic everywhere, even in the water which is used for the drink.

The drink has plastic in it, so it is told - even an island of plastic has formed - wonders if it has a name yet -


War and peace can be declared in a moment, fair enough, it takes time to get there, one needs peace to start with, then the peace is broken and war follows - all very quickly.

War is not all too easy to stop, it takes a while, the anatomy of war finds many a space on the shelves of the memory. The memory banks then may glorify or vilify the event - heroes will be born, villains will wallow in the mess of their minds, blood will flow - all for the sake of a cause; lost or not.

The war against Plastic should be declared ...




June 7, 2018 at 3:35am
June 7, 2018 at 3:35am
E = mc2. An equation derived by the twentieth-century physicist Albert Einstein, in which E represents units of energy, m represents units of mass, and c2 is the speed of light squared, or multiplied by itself.

OR: as I have calculated -

E = Enything which needs to be done
= = a person or tool; not a person who is a tool; (could a tool be a person or vice versa?)
m = movements - which is GOYA (get off your armchair?)
c = Quickly; as in now, soon, yesterday.
2 = double time

This means I have way too much time on my hands to sit in my armchair and think of all the woes of this world of mine. Then still do nothing about it all.

Consider this as a work in progress.

Goes into procrastination mode which is - "I am thinking about it."
March 30, 2018 at 1:12pm
March 30, 2018 at 1:12pm
the last of yesterday, the first of tomorrow, this is today.

A country in turmoil, in flux, in transformation, in crisis, in trouble ...

Or is it all off the world?

The news of the day shows a place which is not a happy place.
Or is it just those few isolated spots?
Even those few spots are way too many spots.

We wait, the new news may improve, maybe ...

March 15, 2018 at 9:35am
March 15, 2018 at 9:35am
had a bit of rain,
the sun is shining,
the best of both -
can only be good

(A work in progress)

As a sideshow, a poem has jumped out of this mind, or something akin to poetry.

A short excursion was taken into the world of poetry - a world of another Universe where 42 is not the Answer, anything goes, and there are more laws and directives than in many Holy Books.

Mary had a little lamb ... this still haunts my mind, the thoughts which stirred, the images - let us leave this subject there.

Originally this poem was a simple sentence from a farmer to the general world at large.

This is how things start, small, innocent remarks!
March 3, 2018 at 9:10am
March 3, 2018 at 9:10am
What will you do when you grow up, not in the years of your body, in the years of the mind ...

I stated this, and I was reminded of my elderly state (years, not usage - I'm in fair shape for a 102 - only, I am not there yet!)

When I grow up, there are many things I would do, working for a living will not be on the list.

Living on a deserted tropical desert island sounds fine, a massive multi-roomed house/castle type thing, air conditioning in all rooms, not too far from the supermarket and entertainment centers.
Tar roads every where, and green robots at all times, no speed traps, and no dogs on the roads.

This subject needs some serious thought, be back in a while, lunch called ...

Consider this a work in progress - be back soon ---
February 20, 2018 at 10:04am
February 20, 2018 at 10:04am
Here I was explaining about Rammesses , Ramesis, and Nefrititi, and got a long, cold, hard look ~ oh, and do not forget Luxor and all that Nile thing.

To really complicate matters, the Hun was mentioned in passing, and 'the Great' which was displaced.

Do not test other peoples' sense of humour / humor, especially when they were rammed by said Ramesis the Ram. It wasn't funny, not then, not now - no; it was not!

The Frontis piece shows Ramesis the Hun with his new bell - (this image may be replaced in future).
At least now we will have fair warning: Beware Ye for whom the bell tolls!
February 12, 2018 at 1:16am
February 12, 2018 at 1:16am
Sheep feature in my life, a small flock of about twenty ewes (yes, I can count, 'about' means the sheep come and go, breed, get sold, and so forth, we are not vegan) what is a person who eats almost everything in sight?

The leader of this flock is called a ram - no ram, no lambs. Rams are notorious about their ability to protect the flock, and with good reason, someone has to look at the safety matters whenever it is required.

Some rams will eventually become over zealous and butt everyone in sight. A few books have been written on this basis, even a few sayings and words of wisdom arise from this habit.

Young rams will spend hours trying to assert themselves in the flock, having bouts of butting seemingly all day long.

The Madam of the House decided to close the sheep in their pen, and for a moment looked away from the flock.

Rams have a habit of knowing when people look elsewhere ...

The damn ram rammed the Madam on the upper leg, throwing her off balance, she fell like a log on her shoulder.

Now we have a rammed M'am with a collar bone issue, a sling, a blue bum to boot.

The future of the ram is dark, and all 'cause the ram did what rams must do - only not to M'am
January 30, 2018 at 8:11am
January 30, 2018 at 8:11am
"What are *your* goals for the new year? Think it over, write a letter and win big prizes!"

Thought about it; every one could do with a nice big prize, and all for the writing of a simple letter to Dear Me.

Now all what needs to be done is to get the system in operation.

Find Me; is the first step. (rather informal here, 'Me' is adequate)

Wonders where Me will be this time of day.

Note to self:
This is a process in progress, please be patient, you know the drill!

------ Somewhat later, actually, a lot later, like - a lot later.

"Dear Me ..."

"Can you not see I am buzy! And what is it with this 'Dear Me', what do you want, Mr Self?"

"There is a competition for important people like yourself, Sir Me."

"Now it is 'Sir Me'? What do you get out of this?"

"Me ... nothing, there is a big prize for you, should you win Dear Sir Me."

"And what do I have to do?"

"Enter an item on WDC Mr.Dear Me."

"When is the closing date Self, do I have to drag everything out of you?"

"Well, Sir, I mean Dear Mr. Me, tonight midnight, and only a short item on the plans concerning the writing program for this year."

"Are you out of of your mind Self, where is I, do you lot never do anything else except procrastinate?"

"Excuse Dear Me, what does 'procrastinate' mean.?

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