The less men think, the more they talk.

Late afternoon swim. Little Howrah Beach. January 2014.

I think that I owe you a Q and A. How about the Summertime meme?

1.) What first tells you that Summer is here?

The girls are showing a lot more of their thighs.

2.) Name your five of your favourite distinctively Summer habits or customs.

Swimming, snorkelling, evening runs, early-morning walks and fruit platters.

3.) What is your favourite smell of Summer?

The beach.

4.) What is your favourite taste of Summer?

Icy poles.

5.) Favourite Summer memory?

Swimming during intense electoral storms.

6.) Extreme heat or extreme cold? Which would you choose and why?

Hot hot hot!

7.) What books do you plan to read for the season?

Good books!

8.) What is your favourite part of summer?

Anything involving the water.

9.) What's your favourite quintessentially summer food? Least favourite?

Fresh berries are my favourite. I don’t usually eat what I don’t like.

10.) Best beverage to beat the summer heat:

Water.

11.) Least favourite/most annoying thing related to summer?

Sand on my towel is frustrating.

12.) Pick one: the lake /the beach.

Beach, baby beach baby give me your hand, give me somethin' that I can remember!

13.) Most amusing summer vacation trip you've ever taken?

Amusing? I don’t really think any fit. I’ll say Burnie in 2011.

14.) Most ridiculous/ cringe-inducing/ blush-provoking summer outfit you have seen? (Bonus points if you yourself were wearing it!)

There was a wig a bloke was wearing the other day…

15.) Your absolute dream summer afternoon would be

A stroll, a swim, an ice cream to follow up.

16.) If you could go anywhere on summer vacation where would you go?

Somewhere with warm water and lots of fish.

Comments

smudgeon said…

"intense electoral storms"

A typo, or a strangely apt visual?

Feels weird not seeing your kids every day in the blogosphere. Hope you and your family are all doing finely.

11 February 2014 at 11:22

Kris McCracken said…

They're still all over these Internets. Mainly Facebook but the Flickr updates are reasonable constant: http://www.flickr.com/photos/krismccracken/.

11 February 2014 at 11:40

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...

Search This Blog