Birthdays and gravestones
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izmeinaNot much new in Izzieland. Let's hope that Pakistan is having a wonderful 60th birthday party (almost as good as Peter Costello's 50th) Needless to say - Izzie never got an invite to either. Just as well. Watching the grass grow would be more fun.
When thinking of the passport from hell - 3 countries come to mind - Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and Zimbabwe. (wonders if Afghanistan should get an honourable mention)
Other countries come and go depending on the weather and the latest coup or wars but those 3 always stay in the top five
Been a reasonably productive day. Decided to get out and about at 9am and do a bit of decluttering and tidying in the serpent sty upstairs. Filled a bag with bits of rubbish and sorted out some books and things. Amongst the collection were the first two of Isaac Asimov's "Foundation" trilogy and some strange Penguin Classics Greek thing whose title seemed sort of familiar. "The Oresteia" by Aeschylus. Yesss. Seen that somewhere recently. It turns out to be the creepy, ominous and rather pompous poem near the introduction of a certain Potter book. Well - at least it was a lot better than that epilogue. Went looking for that particular quote. Did not take too long to find it but was much more impressed by the stuff only one page later - the woman who dreams of giving birth to and then suckling a serpent.
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andromakhe has already read this play and can give this lazy serpent a ten minute summary) *sends Andrie squishie birthday wishes and an virtual gift of an even sharper Snapier snout to sniff out even more of those tasty Potions Master morsels and book seven snarks*
Then it was time for breakfast and slinking about in the garden planting seeds and tossing around two bales of pea straw - already sprouting and full of baby pea seedlings
The orange trees are just about to blossom and there's some pretty long fluffy white strings recently appeared on the macadamia nut tree too. Unlike last year, its' getting plenty of food and drink so with a bit of luck will be the first year for a bumper harvest.
Today has probably been the most productive of our days off sick. No symptoms of a cold or anything anymore but the voice is still hopelessly squeaky. Maybe left it too late going to the doctors and the old hiss is gone forever. Will be back to work on Saturday anyway. So nice to have such a long break
Sunday was the most decadent day. Lucky to have a gloriously sunny weekend. Got to thinking that it would be the most perfect day for visiting the old National Trust graveyard in the city. It is surrounded by a fence and aside from church services 5pm on the 1st, 3rd and 5th Saturdays of the month - it is only open from two to four pm on Sundays which is not conducive to Izzie visits on work days.
So it was nice to look at all the old gravestones and then find a nice tree to sit under. And what better than a Potter to read in a graveyard. Especially the visit to Godrics' Hollow. Add some nibblies and a glass of red in a very nice pottery chalice bought last week in a charity shop and it was most enjoyable indeed. Just decided to remain in the present and not let those nasty last chapters ruin our rereading of what went before
After that was sitting on the west side of the graveyard after it closed to do a bit more reading and to watch the sunset before walking down the hill to catch a bus to the ma's place
When thinking of the passport from hell - 3 countries come to mind - Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and Zimbabwe. (wonders if Afghanistan should get an honourable mention)
Other countries come and go depending on the weather and the latest coup or wars but those 3 always stay in the top five
Been a reasonably productive day. Decided to get out and about at 9am and do a bit of decluttering and tidying in the serpent sty upstairs. Filled a bag with bits of rubbish and sorted out some books and things. Amongst the collection were the first two of Isaac Asimov's "Foundation" trilogy and some strange Penguin Classics Greek thing whose title seemed sort of familiar. "The Oresteia" by Aeschylus. Yesss. Seen that somewhere recently. It turns out to be the creepy, ominous and rather pompous poem near the introduction of a certain Potter book. Well - at least it was a lot better than that epilogue. Went looking for that particular quote. Did not take too long to find it but was much more impressed by the stuff only one page later - the woman who dreams of giving birth to and then suckling a serpent.
(Maybe the resident Culture Vulture
andromakhe has already read this play and can give this lazy serpent a ten minute summary) *sends Andrie squishie birthday wishes and an virtual gift of an even sharper Snapier snout to sniff out even more of those tasty Potions Master morsels and book seven snarks*Then it was time for breakfast and slinking about in the garden planting seeds and tossing around two bales of pea straw - already sprouting and full of baby pea seedlings
The orange trees are just about to blossom and there's some pretty long fluffy white strings recently appeared on the macadamia nut tree too. Unlike last year, its' getting plenty of food and drink so with a bit of luck will be the first year for a bumper harvest.
Today has probably been the most productive of our days off sick. No symptoms of a cold or anything anymore but the voice is still hopelessly squeaky. Maybe left it too late going to the doctors and the old hiss is gone forever. Will be back to work on Saturday anyway. So nice to have such a long break
Sunday was the most decadent day. Lucky to have a gloriously sunny weekend. Got to thinking that it would be the most perfect day for visiting the old National Trust graveyard in the city. It is surrounded by a fence and aside from church services 5pm on the 1st, 3rd and 5th Saturdays of the month - it is only open from two to four pm on Sundays which is not conducive to Izzie visits on work days.
So it was nice to look at all the old gravestones and then find a nice tree to sit under. And what better than a Potter to read in a graveyard. Especially the visit to Godrics' Hollow. Add some nibblies and a glass of red in a very nice pottery chalice bought last week in a charity shop and it was most enjoyable indeed. Just decided to remain in the present and not let those nasty last chapters ruin our rereading of what went before
After that was sitting on the west side of the graveyard after it closed to do a bit more reading and to watch the sunset before walking down the hill to catch a bus to the ma's place
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Date: 2007-08-14 03:19 pm (UTC)Hello from Hell
Date: 2007-08-14 04:14 pm (UTC)Oh - and this little story has got your name all over it
The Devil's Advocate (http://www.abc.net.au/rn/latenightlive/stories/2007/1999984.htm)
Be quick. Downloadable audio is only available for two weeks from the date of broadcast - which was last Wednesday