In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Someone has rushed this. Geilston Bay, August 2011.

Now time for part II of yesterday's stolen questions:

20) Have you ever flown a kite?
Of course!

21) Do you wish on your fallen lashes?
Not that I am aware of. Am I supposed to?

22) Do you consider yourself successful?
It depends on one’s measure. Some days I think that I am.

23) When was the last time that you made an obscene phone call?
I never have.

24) Have you ever asked for a pony?
No. They make me sneeze (no good if I was on the run from the draft board.

25) Plans for tomorrow?
Work.

26) Can you juggle?
Very badly.

27) Missing someone now?
Always.

28) When was the last time you told someone "I love you"?
This very morning.

29) And truly meant it?
I have never once said it and not meant it.

30) How often do you drink alcohol?
Once in a blue moon.

31) How are you feeling today?
Spritely.

32) Have you ever tried to write a meme?
Who hasn’t?

33) Have you ever been fired from a job?
Never. Can you believe it?

34) What are you looking forward to?
The next cuddle.

35) Have you ever crawled through a window?
Many a time.

36) What's the most recent bad meal that you had to endure?
No comment.

37) Can you handle the truth?
Whose truth?

38) Who’s to blame for what's going on?
We are all to blame.

39) What will it take to fix it all up?
A miracle.

Comments

Sue said…

You are successful in all the ways that matter, Kris. You are much loved and loving. Worthy measures to go by.

22 September 2011 at 22:20

Kris McCracken said…

The proof is in the pudding!

1 October 2011 at 08:14

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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