I just had a wrong number. For Elric.
What is the first thought that goes through your head?
Cos mine was Elric? Fuck! Will he have Stormbringer and call on the Dukes of Hell?
Not good on a Friday evening.
How about a bullet list? Cos I am seriously not up to much, but it has been soo long since I posted anything of note.
- When Husband said to Daughter OK, what is it you want to talk about, then? I think the properties of light and its structure were the last things he expected to hear. Open University course on physics has now been paid for (by Daughter), so we might get more of those sort of questions in the future.
- This has has been struck by plague. Eldest Son had three weeks off work, so of course he got flu halfway through his holiday, passing it on first to Daughter and then to Me. Husband was in Rome, networking in the computer world, and seems to have missed it. Middle Son and Youngest both got it very lightly indeed.
- Daughter has had her first Celebrity Sighting since starting a new job in Hampstead = Russell Brand and Katy Perry. Though when she rushed out the door to look, he was staring at it, so she was red faced and embarrassed. Apparently Hampstead has a LOT of celebrities.
- And French men selling onions and garlic from bicycles, though not with a beret or a striped jumper. darn.
- Fireworks make Heidi WOOF!
I just wanted to call attention to Karen's post about about the potential development of wetlands in Redwood City, California. The land is presently designated as open space, but Cargill wants to build 12,000 housing units and 1 million square feet of office space on a salt marsh.
As it turns out, I am going back to Reagan Country in north-central Illinois for a long weekend. We were there last weekend, after the Pumpkin Fiasco, and now I'm returning for a volleyball match, but also to visit some additional historic sites. Here's a guide:
I tried to watch the new ABC show "V" (apparently a remake of an earlier series) for two reasons: (a) it is science fiction, which I like, and (b) watching the promos for it, I had a definite feeling that the show is making an anti-Obama statement, and possibly was even designed for that purpose. The attractive-appearing aliens from space come offering "hope" and speaking other Obama-like messages, offering benefits like greatly improved health care--when, of course, they are really up to evil. And of course in the mind of the far right, Obama is an "alien," not an American. So I wanted to see how the show played out.
I lead a "personal poetry sharing circle" at a nearby Senior Center. Consequently, in my capacity as "leader," I felt I had better write a poem as an "example." The following is what I came up with.
It isn't polished, and perhaps isn't even complete. And it is kind of depressed, don't you think? Probably showing the frustration of being very retired.
But anyhow, it is what I wrote, as of this morning. The group meets this afternoon. I am going to take it.
It used to be that
life for me was
a big snow plow
astride the front of
a huge dump truck
Barreling along
Cleaning out, clearing away
Getting things done!
Aimed at accomplishments
and having some, too.
I was the driver.
Strongly, skillfully
I made a path
I blazed a trail
I won awards
I followed some others, true, but also
Some others followed me
Slowly, the path widened up, straightened out
Quite a good job, and
Quite a bit of hoopla!
Kids came to watch in their scarves and thick coats
they threw snowballs, and constructed
snow men
Overall, it was quite a show
But now, life for me is more like a west-bound train
passing silently in the night
over empty prairies and
past small towns
with no lights left on
and few residents left, either
A place to turn back, perhaps
to the buffalo
A place where just a drink of cool water
Causes excitement for many from many, many miles away
No one to wave to
Nothing to whistle at
And no reason to stop
Before the end of the line
I got to drive my new car (a Subaru Forester) this past weekend out "into the country"--yes, there really is quite a bit still left, west of Chicago, if you go out far enough, to the middle of Illinois-- and noted the gas mileage. On a 300 mile trip, I clocked in at 26 miles per gallon.