I have to say the super dog looks set to catch the corn dog A lot more fun than the Millenium Wheel in London However, my granddaughter looking over my should said It looks like a giant fan. That would keep the room real cool She’s right, but I cannot imagine it in my living room I would love to take a ride on it with my granddaughter That night, as I slept on one of the hottest nights of the year With my microscopic fan, compared to the super dog Wishing so hard that a cool breeze would come and help me sleep If I could dream the breeze that crossed my bed then There would be no need for electric fans Thank God for hotdogs, as we call them The mind is a wonderful thing…
Books take us on strange journeys One minute, a sunnyteenager Next, we flee danger, seek shelter Get a grip, turn the page Dress for the next chapter Round each new corner, surprises wait Demons, ghosts, colour blinding moments Wild animal chasing, you have become the hunted Breach the empty space in front of you Enter the new stellar universe Stas so many you cannot count Do you stay among the stars, or find your way home Will you wake with the open book on your lap? Did you read your journey, or dream it?
I told my story to the empty streets of London While the stars stood witness to my pain The day I witnessed Heaven burning Leaving me with no way home I fell to earth before the flames could reach me My story told, before I reached this realm With so little truth to tell Yes, my wings are less than white Because my tongue I could not hold For speaking out against the Mighty One Now they are singed beyond repair I cannot go home without His help Sorry is the hardest word, it burns my throat I must find a different way to find my rightful place among the stars Leave the empty streets of London To their own way of sinning…
Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running, the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching I swim with the memory in mind Trying to dive in and out of the water A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds Is all I can manage Their energy and strength is missing from my body Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin. Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves Like a hot knife through butter A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…
The primary branches on this tree were made by thread-grafting, and the tree itself was made from an air-layer of nursery stock I bought in 2008. So this tree is pretty artificially developed. However, to keep growth dense and movement present with trees, sometimes this is the only way to go. So long as the result is convincing, the means don’t matter.
The trouble with this tree is that the left trunk has a long span with no branches on the right side. In time, the right trunk sill fill in the lower part of the space, but the left trunk does need a branch somewhere along this span:
Ideally it will be between two left branches, creating an alternating branch pattern…somewhere around the blue circle, on the outside of a bend:
I started the week in good spirits despite having a roaring toothache.
There is so much I want to do, book and writing-wise. The bonsai are beginning to wake up, and the garden is still a jungle. Several jobs have been neglected around the house, but I am learning to move from room to room with my eyes averted!
Seriously though, I am beginning to wonder about my job description.
Head cook and bottle washer
Housekeeper and accounts clerk
Part-time carer and medication assistant
Full time writer/blogger/editor
Bonsai enthusiast and part-time gardener
DIY/decorator should be on this list, but I just can’t make myself do it. Not sure how I can manage to fit everything in, but I must try. Even though I am aware of that old maxim, Jack of all Trades, master of none…
The dentist assured me that there was no infection last week and that the aching hole in my gum would stop hurting very soon. I didn’t believe him then, and I wasn’t buying it now, for the pain is worse, accompanied by some severe throbbing. Made an appointment to see him on Thursday.
While I waited, I tried to find any trace of the creative spark in my head and failed, so I resigned to doing routine work on the computer. This wasn’t easy either, what with the pain in my mouth and the granddaddy of all headaches, but it was something.
After a speedy Xray, the dentist had to admit I had an infection. My swollen gum must have cinched it, and I toddled off home with some strong antibiotics.
A walk around the garden provided me with some lovely images to close with…
See you soon, hopefully with news of some progress!
There is a tiny devil inside my mind. Stroking my ego, telling me how clever I am He is forgetting one thing. I have looked into the darkness. And wondered, what kind of devil lives inside his mind? Is his ego stroked into believing he is the best there is, no one above him? Some days I see him in my mirror. A dark cloud waiting to break. That’s how I know the day goes. Like thunderstorms inside my mind Darker, when I must bite back my thoughts. Not everyone would be ready to hear my opinion of them. Growing up, I would be told, keep your tongue between your teeth, don’t let the devil out. I have not managed to keep the devil down. When he is telling me I am right I can often put my foot in it. The older I am, the smaller he appears to be. The days less stormy, clouds part, I see the sun. Yet I know he is waiting in the wings. Ready with his gentle touch…
All Daring Venturists End the game, too Nearer the white line Take time to remember. Under new laws you stopped short Rewind. Reverse, do it again End your time today, with friends and wine. Strength in numbers with their encouraging smiles…
Standing on the edge of forever With a mist around my feet I wish I could see tomorrow Where we are the same, yet different. Underneath our boxes made of ticky tacky What hides there? We are, by our very nature, nosy, curious. We would like to know what happens behind closed doors. What are you thinking inside your tiny box? Made from all your years. Would you break out if you could Surprise the world with what you do next?
For those of you unfamiliar with the expression Ticky Tacky, here is the song that made it famous…
and the lyrics…
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there’s doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.