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Blogging, to take over the world. |
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The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... ) |
| How is it possible that days have a flavour to them, for instance, this is Saturday - when I rose this morning it was Saturday, it even felt like a Saturday. It is Saturday! All day long, this was the day that I could work on; if I wanted; or go to town and do shopping; or even stroll along and see the sights and sites. Even the sporting fans will tell you, this is "our day". What about a party; a movie; a concert; a nightclub and even a quiet day at home with some home-entertainment. This is Saturday, Saturn's day - last day of the week. And tomorrow - we rest. Somewhere in all this planning, there was a slight oversight, nobody told the cows ..... oh, wait ..... even they will break out of their pastures to go and play somewhere else. Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. Where is the little boy Who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack, Fast asleep. I am convinced, that that was written on a Sunday, after Saturday's incident. |
| I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. Authorship doubtful |
| The chatee asked about my comment on my 'portfolio' about me realising that I am not 'SUPER'. Asked ; "did you have to fly off a high building ? " No, actually I had to fly up to the top, not down. Anybody can fly down ... only the 'SUPER' fly up. To be SUPERMAN or -WOMAN, is too go higher than where you started. It takes a bit of effort to go higher than where you are. Sometimes there is a price to pay and sometimes it is for free. The choice is always there, to fly or stay. It is safer down here than the unknown up there. And us workers, we have to turn the waterwheel, not much time for fancy ideas, tonight the chickens must eat, for tomorrow we eat the chickens. Aim at the stars and maybe you will reach the moon. Aim for the moon and you may land on the pigsty's wall. Aim for the pigsty's wall and you may land in the swill and even get eaten by the pigs. Somebody said it, dunno who. |
| NOTHING to blog about ..... there is no such thing as nothing, nothing does not excist. Think, think of nothing, there is always a thought. I have seen expressions of blankness, asking that person, "What are you thinking off ?" and the answer - "Nothing","What are you doing ?", "Nothing" I will try it one day, when I have nothing to do. Me and the Internet are still not friends. Can bribery work, suppose it could, IT must have a price. All have a price. There are two worlds; the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imagination. Leigh Hunt |
| A dead day, the day had no life, it started as all days do, sunrise with a stupid, punctual cockerel, heralding in the new day. Always the same tune, never a variation to the tune, inbred into a lineage of chickens. Were they taught that tune by Adam? Not going down that road .... Spring is on its way, the animals have started with the presentation of young. A fairly unusual gift of three little goats, the other side - my pets - have been enlarged by more lizards and porcupine. KINGSLEY AMIS Take a Girl like you Work was like cats were supposed to be: if you disliked and feared it and tried to keep out of its way, it knew at once and sought you out and jumped on your lap and climbed all over you to show how much it loved you. I do not mind cats. |
| I have never introduced myself.... I am the green part of me, green; as in living, green; as in plant, green; as in spring - renewal - growth, with all the branches of my being, starting or ending here. We all have a green part to our being. Whoever we are, whatever we are fed (mentally and physically), however we are steered(with or without our consent), even the other factors all decide our outcome. The - where in the world, the - when in time, the - why, forever why? How much freedom is there in all of this??? I wish he would stop thinking and get to work, all this thinking ain't feeding anybody or anything, it does not pay bills, not one cent/penny or what ever form of money we need. Say's to me Man does not live by bread alone Says I " try eating thoughts ..... wise-ass!!" There is a silver lining to every cloud .... look at the size of that cloud !! |
| Times waits not, it marches on at its own pace - all my running does not allow me to catch up with it. 17 days since my last entry, and not much to add to my life; a lot of manure - I must change my vocation and start a 'nursery'. No.... not the one where you have babies .... plants, pretty plants or in my case, succulants and cacti. They need good healthy soil to grow in and very little water. Some more than other, tho. Forgot, I did start, undertaking number 000456. With all this manure, surely something good must come from it all. I am waiting to see ....... patiently .... very ***** patiently. The most beautiful lillies grow in the deepest of muck.dunno who said that, no idea. |
| "I did not get to say anything, the day before today - explained to me the workings of the real world, which concerns me not, he did. Well ? do sumtin aboot it"I did do something, 'Nothing wrong,' So far I must say - it goes without saying - (why do we say that?) the system is running as smooth as a babes bottom. 'there's nothing wrong, we just wanted to hear your pleasant, irritated, unhappy voice'  Part 2 of the previous thought line. When I want to do something major, I tend to read up about it, plan a worksheet, get all the info I can get , look at my available resources ie. cash; labour; (English labor) time. The end result is - I get to read a lot, make many plans, know excatly how to do everything, and know all the excuses there are, for not doing anything. I am an expert !!!!{/c][c:indigo}Then, a little while ago, I get a in-house bulletin from a chainstore, there on the front page, in a little 2x4" block (inches to the metricated), a notice:'Food for Thought' "Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome" - Samuel Johnson. it is stuck against the side of the cubicle, that i share with the computer, just a bit of planning to do first. |
| I had such high hopes for a good day, this booting is totally unreal. Rewriting the blog, now it wont be original anymore, 2nd hand - that is if I do the same theme.Reading a book with a collection of 'essays', short stories we call them now. One, specially, got my attention. It is relevant to what I'm doing now. Dick Minim the Critic - Samuel Johnson. " Criticism is a study by which men grow important and formidable at very small expense." That is the introductory sentence. I must remember that, whenever I take another's effort to task with my 'big,nasty,red pen.' The second part of this thought-line will have to keep till later. MONEY, the love of it, is the root of all evil. I could do with a few roots to anchor this mad life of mine. |
| Even the animals sense that this is sunday, or do they sense it everyday an only me, once a week. Years of conditioning is eventually starting to pay off, the feeling of freedom everyday, that feeling of playing, developing a new world at a moment's whim - it is not there anymore, tomorrow we work, 'and be happy in our work'. I bought into that, now I even preach it, 6 days you will work. "Well, you did, I did not - tomorrow is Sunday, we will not work and we will be very happy. Everyday is SUNDAY !!!!!! " |
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Did you predict today's blog prompt, Rich! Yay for the new entry! 
I thought you quit blogging!