Out along the ridge. Our dawn of day routine. Bob is completely engrossed by a scent on the 30 km/h road sign. This means his sister and master head off alone. A full minute later there is a plaintive '' Wait for me ' bark as he rejoins the world. We discuss the Manafort sentencing and wonder what else will happen today.
On our return journey it's Sophie who's the laggard. A time consuming drink from the pond in the corner of the horses field means that her brother is home before us and waiting in the back of the car . He yawns theatrically when we come through the gate. This is a non-verbal way of telling us he's ready to head off to the bakers.
Pandemonium as Sophie makes it clear her brother is in her spot in the car. Bob feigns deafness. Sophie protests some more. Bob gets down. Sophie gets up. Bob gets up and sits on his sister. Cue for more PONsong.
At last some semblance of order is restored.
Back at home brother and sister drink quietly and amicably from the same bowl. Seems somethings can be shared ... others can't.
Just another enthusiastic start to the day with two shaggy characters. Did I ever tell you that a home with PONs is a home where there is constant laughter ?
Why hats disappeared : https://lamaalrajih.com/2018/12/07/model-t-hats/
Radioactive tourism : https://www.calvertjournal.com/features/show/10946/into-the-zone-4-days-inside-chernobyls-secretive-stalker-subculture
5 comments:
I always laugh at your descriptions of (it's usually) Bob sitting on Sophie.
That hat article is interesting, but I think the timeline is off. People were still wearing hats in the 1940s and '50s, even into the early '60s. Gloves, too. Lots of pictures of that.
I often tell Bertie he's luck not to have to share his space in the car.
I too don't buy that 'cars caused the demise of hats' theory. Very few people drive to work in London, but who now wears a bowler hat when walking from their train to their city office?
Cheers, Gail.
I'm with Emm and Bertie on the hat issue. I think the hippies and their long hair killed the hat. Late '60s. The simultaneous bouffants at the other end of the sartorial spectrum probably also contributed. I can't think of many photos from my childhood of women with hats on those mountains of teased and sprayed hair. Just a little lace doily for going to church.
47 months for bank and tax fraud. If you bounce a check over $450, it's a felony; there's a guy serving life in prison (seriously!) for a $106 bad check.
Hari OM
...adding to the line of dissenters, I also noted that the picture where 'absolutely everyone is wearing a hat' has at least two which come to immediate notice who are not... The nuclear article is fascinating in a morbid kind of way. YAM xx
Very much wishing I had Bob's take on the Manafort sentencing. I can make no sense of it whatsoever. I obviously need his PON wisdom, so perhaps I need a stint on the storm drain.
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