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Life.

It's all around us.

This life is on the side of the Colonial Mutual Life Building in Hobart (click the link to see the building).

Someone once said that "life is what happens when you're making other plans".

Therefore, life seems to involve a lot of vacuuming, picking toys up, putting books on the bookshelf, picking books up, putting books back on the bookshelf, complaining about babies who pull down books from the bookshelf.

It's an experience, this life lark...
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Roddy said…
My belief is that the answer to life comes in that split second before we die, leaving no time to pass the answer on to anyone. It was an answer that came to me in a non blinding flash.
27 June 2009 at 09:41
KL said…
One day when you will not have to do any vacumming (or will be unable to do because of old-age ailments), picking up books, etc, you will complain about not being able to do so. That's the essence of life - the other side is always greener and full of "what if"
27 June 2009 at 19:28
Sue said…
I wouldn't be dead for quids! (even with vacuuming, picking up books, picking up books, picking up books, picking up books....etc)
Just remember, Kris...gam zeh yaavor!
27 June 2009 at 22:08
Anonymous said…
don't bother me, I'm mopping the floors
28 June 2009 at 10:34
yamini said…
He he he, this post was really funny (in the way life sometimes is)
And I agree to the saying about Life being what happens to us while we are making other plans. But then that doesn't stop me from planning ahead.
I guess I have a serious problem !!!!
1 July 2009 at 21:12
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, ask Jesus.
3 July 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I'll never be too old to vacuum!
3 July 2009 at 11:08
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I dunno, a bit of peace and quiet...
3 July 2009 at 11:10
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadena, I'll try to keep it down.
3 July 2009 at 11:12
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I am starting to tire of it. Too much grizzling for my liking.
3 July 2009 at 11:14
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