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Despair is the conclusion of fools.


The sand is warm. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2011.

I am at work and not at the beach. This causes me no end of sorrow. In times of sorrow, I tend to console myself with questions. Today, those questions include:


  1. Where does the law stand when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?


  2. How do sign writers manage when they go on strike? What do they do at their protests?


  3. What did Tim Hardin have against carpenters?


  4. If one is 'expecting the unexpected’, isn’t the unexpected being expected expected? Shouldn’t it be 'expecting the expected’?


  5. Has there ever actually been a ‘civil’ war?


  6. If one synchronised swimmer is drowning, what is the correct protocol for her colleagues?



Correct answers will be rewarded with three hearty cheers and a slap on the back.
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Gemma Wiseman aka Pamela Adams said…
The mind can wander into interesting questions when there is a need to escape pressures of the moment! Love the sense of "nothingness" in these sands! Appealing, unique beauty!
25 January 2011 at 12:12
Roddy said…
The sands of time! If nothing else, plenty of sand for a number of time pieces.
A definite legal quandary! Who becomes extinct? Are you able to save both?
Become very vocal!
Carpenters? If I were a plumber? If I were an electrician? Jesus allegedly was a carpenter!
Expecting the expected? It is the uncertainty that is disconcerting.
I think the olden days where they took time out for "TEA", time to clear the fields of the dead and dying and time out for certain holidays would have been more CIVIL.
Look to the coach for guidance.
26 January 2011 at 04:56
Kris McCracken said…
GT, we were back there again today. Very windy!

Roddy, no lifelines.
26 January 2011 at 20:26
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