Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
What's up with that? Regent Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.
Busy busy busy!
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
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In earlier times,(I was going to say), in my day, they would strip the bark and then soak the pole in arsenic for a while before using it as a telegraph pole.
How times have changed.
Love the saying. With all the money that everyone spends to look like someone else, is there anyone who is happy with themselves nowadays?
Maybe mirrors are not such a good thing. I try to tell others that it is not what is on the outside that counts, it is how you treat others that truly counts. Maybe I should also add, how you treat yourself counts too.
God bless.
Mrsupole, I try to avoid mirrors at all costs. My knees already let me know often enough that I'm getting old.