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Monday, 4 February 2013

2775 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!


"Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote
Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.

I moved my lips – the pilot shrieked
And fell down in a fit;
The holy hermit raised his eyes,
And prayed where he did sit.

I took the oars: the pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro.
'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see,
The devil knows how to row.'

And now, all in my own country,
I stood on the firm land!
The hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.

'Oh shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'
The hermit crossed his brow.
'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say –
What manner of man art thou?'

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
The moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.”



I guess I will never learn. I had put thousands of my pictures on-line at WEBSHOTS and paid for extra storage and no ads. Once again I am loosing that storage because the freaking bean counters and “suits” have found a way to extort even more money and reduce operating costs. Consequently I have moved the pictures I think are my best to FLICKR. I guess this will turn out to be best for me since I have quit travelling and photographing.

The weather the last three days has turned strangely early summer. All my bushes are blooming and the pecan tree has little green leaves. I hope that presages a warming and rejuvenation of my spirits and health. Maybe I ought to rediscover the medicinal benefits of rum.

The other night, while taking a break from the Super Bowl I read some more from the online version of a book by a woman recounting her experiences as a young army wife. Read more below..

One morning, as I was trying to finish out a nap in my stateroom, Jack came excitedly in and said: ‘‘“Get up, Martha, we are coming to Ehrenberg!”’’ Visions of castles on the Rhine, and stories of the middle ages floated through my mind, as I sprang up, in pleasurable anticipation of seeing an interesting and beautiful place. Alas! for my ignorance. I saw but a row of low thatched hovels, perched on the edge of the ragged looking river-bank; a road ran lengthwise along, and opposite the hovels I saw a store and some more mean-looking huts of adobe.

Click the picture for the whole on-line book from the University of Arizona. I found it fascinating.

We hold that all individuals have the right to exercise sole dominion over their own lives, and have the right to live in whatever manner they choose, so long as they do not forcibly interfere with the equal right of others to live in whatever manner they choose.

TASKS LIST

Start cleaning swimming pool. Repair water supply line to tub.




A man and woman were having dinner in a fine restaurant.They were gazing lovingly at each other and holding hands.

Their waitress, taking another order at a table a few steps away, noticed the man slowly sliding down his chair and under the table, but the woman acted unconcerned.

The waitress watched as the man slid all the way down his chair and out of sight under the table. Still, the woman appeared calm and unruffled, apparently unaware her dining companion had disappeared.

The waitress went over to the table and said to the woman, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I think your husband just slid under the table."

The woman calmly looked up at her and said, "No, he didn't. He just walked in.


”Life has a certain flavor for those who have fought and risked all that the sheltered and protected can never experience.”
John Stuart Mill


SGGP


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