Blogging, to take over the world. |
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... ) |
the last of yesterday, the first of tomorrow, this is today. A country in turmoil, in flux, in transformation, in crisis, in trouble ... Or is it all off the world? The news of the day shows a place which is not a happy place. Or is it just those few isolated spots? Even those few spots are way too many spots. We wait, the new news may improve, maybe ... |
had a bit of rain, the sun is shining, the best of both - can only be good (A work in progress) As a sideshow, a poem has jumped out of this mind, or something akin to poetry. A short excursion was taken into the world of poetry - a world of another Universe where 42 is not the Answer, anything goes, and there are more laws and directives than in many Holy Books. Mary had a little lamb ... this still haunts my mind, the thoughts which stirred, the images - let us leave this subject there. Originally this poem was a simple sentence from a farmer to the general world at large. This is how things start, small, innocent remarks! |
What will you do when you grow up, not in the years of your body, in the years of the mind ... I stated this, and I was reminded of my elderly state (years, not usage - I'm in fair shape for a 102 - only, I am not there yet!) When I grow up, there are many things I would do, working for a living will not be on the list. Living on a deserted tropical desert island sounds fine, a massive multi-roomed house/castle type thing, air conditioning in all rooms, not too far from the supermarket and entertainment centers. Tar roads every where, and green robots at all times, no speed traps, and no dogs on the roads. This subject needs some serious thought, be back in a while, lunch called ... Consider this a work in progress - be back soon --- |