This will hurt me...

Pretty beetle. Douglas-Apsley National Park, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013. Q and A time! Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Two 26. Who has done something today to show they care about you? Ezra and Henry have been very good boys (thus far). 27. Do you have a lot to learn? We all have much to learn... 28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be? 1) To learn a bunch of new languages (German, Russian, French, Spanish, Japanese and Mandarin). 2) To be able to understand and explain the entire range of geological history. 3) To learn the full scope of the world's flora and fauna. 29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel? I'd like to think that I remember the action itself, but I suspect that what really solidifies itself in my mind is how the action made me feel. 30. What are the key ingredients to having a good...

Henry's hands.

Further back… Further… Further… Look Ez, there are easier ways of checking your kidneys.

No. No snakes there...

This bloody great big hand can be found next to the children's park in Montague Bay, itself found right next to the Tasman Bridge. I think that it has something to do with man's inhumanity to man. Or something. Not Waving but Drowning , by Stevie Smith Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

Another Ezra shot, and another poem. Please forgive me, for I am smitten. To all those who've always been left a little cold by the challenging art of poetry, seriously, dig out some e.e. cummings and have a think about how much fun you can have with form and convention when you throw the rule book out the window. One day I am going to be very, very brave (stupid etcetera) and publish one of my very own poems on this here little old blog. Until I work up that courage (or work on those poems), you'll have to make do with shots of babies and some old favourites. [my sweet old etcetera] e.e. cummings my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister isabel created hundreds (and hundreds)of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege ...