Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

Mount Wellington, as seen from Geilston Bay High School. July 2013.

A relaxing Q and A today, the Sunday Brunch Meme.

1} Which do you prefer in the am: Coffee or tea?

Coffee. In the event of a terribly sore throat and onset of the flu, I'll take a lemon and ginger tea please.

2} Work has been cancelled on the spur of the moment: Clean house and do errands, or just fun things?

If the house needs cleaning, I shall do that first. Duty calls!

3} Middle of the hot summer, vacation at: Mountains or Beach?

Beach, beach and even more beach!

4} You have to travel at a leisure speed: Train, plane or car?

Train. I love the train.

5} To relax: A movie or a book?

A book. I've not patience for a movie.

6} What kind of pets? Dog, cat, bird or fish.

From the list, a fish. Preferably a large, man eating fish.

7} Dream home: Hardwood floors or carpeting?

I like to look of hardwood floors, but carpet is better for living in.

8} a fun activity: cards, bingo or blogging?

Break out the blog!

9} First date: Dinner, movie or a hike?

A hike. It should sort out any time wasters.

10} The first Kiss: peck on the cheek, or a long romantic one?

An awkward standing-there-like-a-stunned-mullet one, I would guess.

Comments

Roddy said…

I am in Queensland. North Queensland as a matter of fact. It is cooler up here at present, but I still miss the snows of home.

7 August 2013 at 18:23

Kris McCracken said…

It doesn't snow in Burnie.

11 August 2013 at 15:24

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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