On the road

...

Farewell to a wonderful human being

Sometimes words do not come easy to me. Today is one of those days.

As long as dementia does not overtake me, I will not forget today's birthday of mine. Because at 3.00 am (12:00 in Canberra), a service was held for Sue.

Arundhati Roy once wrote about the ‘god of small things’. Sue had an eye for ‘small things’ – in her garden, out and about in her beloved Canberra, close to ‘her’ kangaroos, etc. ...

An admirable woman, intelligent, humorous, warm-hearted, down-to-earth, not a chatterbox.
A woman who would listen to people in need and try to show desperate seekers a way ... Out of the Shadows into the Light.

Glad and thankful I once stumbled’ across her on my friend Andrew's blog, I shall remember Sue as a wonderful human being.

... And I like the idea of her revelling among flowers, cats, kangaroos, and smiling at us. ;-)

Today 533 years ago

The American who was the first to discover Columbus 
made a terrible discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,
machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)

Final apple harvest

The pears have by now mutated into juice and jam.

And lots of apples have already become juice and jelly.

Yesterday, the picking of the last tree began.

Enough for more jelly,
in winter one apple a day for the humans,
two or three for the birds,
and now and then an apple cake.

Friday is Skyday

...

Fuck you, Singapore & Co.

Fuck you, Tencent Cloud Computing (43.173.xxx.yyy)
Chrome 126.0
Win7
1280x1200

You may choose to make your miserable lives by stealing intellectual property. 
What you don't realise is that in the end, you will die a miserable death.

Stragglers

Stragglers on their way south-east.

Happy 114th, Flanny!

It's all a matter of Omnium, eh? ;-)
*
[...] people who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles [...] 
get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle
as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them 
and you would be surprised at the number of people [...]
who are nearly half people and half bicycles...
(from "The Third Policeman")

Flann O'Brien *5 October 1911

Before anyone erroneously claims he is dead: Those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died 1 April 1966: Flann fooled you all.

Friday is Skyday

...

On the road

Misty morning.

Using the wind

Ideal day for drying laundry

 

 

 

here and ...

there.

Up the wind! ;-)

Friday is Skyday

Cloudy it was.

Her Voice His Eyes

On the other side I had seen a little girl,
her right hand holding a man's left,
leading him towards the night,
her voice being his eyes.
The sun is red, she said, and soon
she will dive into the glistening sea.

Having eyes only for the man at her side

she had not taken notice of me,

and still I felt like an intruder.

Suddenly I sensed myself walking away,

and only the sun could see

my eyes burning with sorrow and joy.

Could you see through walls,
there's a girl holding a man's hand
her voice being his eyes.
© 2009 Sean Jeating