All the Christmas decorations are now down. Angus is up in the wee hours of the night with a 'twinge'. Looking out of the drawing room window the new mayor can be seen wandering around on the village green. He has one of those wannabe coal miner type lights strapped around his head and a log reindeer under either arm. He heads off with them into the village hall. After a few minutes the orange and purple Christmas lights that have been strung across the front of the village hall are switched on .... then off. Presumably our nocturnal mayor has decided to take them down too.
The delivery driver with the pony tail arrives with the replacement desk top. Delivery drivers are showing up at The Rickety Old Farmhouse twice a day at the moment. Parcels from the UK sometimes get through ... but rarely. Most UK retailers have woken up to the fact that French customs are now slapping surcharges on items coming from across the Channel. The installation of the new computer proves to be a lengthy but remarkably smooth process.
Poetry is in vogue this week. Here is a beyond beautiful modern poem that is perhaps worth spending 5 minutes reading while nursing a cup of coffee. Every day needs to start with a little poetry. This poet has the rare gift of giving whimsy to challenging issues :https://fourwayreview.com/commencement-speech-delivered-to-a-herd-of-walrus-calves-by-matthew-olzmann/
Sophie, who has watched the downloading of the new software with barely concealed irritation, is taken for a long walk. It's dry, blustery and bitterly cold. Sophie thinks conditions couldn't be any better. When she gets in the back of the car she practices her yodelling.
Poetry is in vogue this week. Here is a beyond beautiful modern poem that is perhaps worth spending 5 minutes reading while nursing a cup of coffee. Every day needs to start with a little poetry. This poet has the rare gift of giving whimsy to challenging issues :https://fourwayreview.com/commencement-speech-delivered-to-a-herd-of-walrus-calves-by-matthew-olzmann/
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Sophie does look happy with a wonky smile this morning. Love the photo of her drinking from the ditch.
Love the walrus poem. What did you think of "The Hill I Climb"?
That really is a remarkable smile! It's cold and blustery in Tokyo today as well, and we've discovered what it's like to have an exercise-deprived three and a half-month old puppy in the house. For her history class on the Cold War, my daughter has been trying to map out an escape route from East Germany through Hungary and Austria and finally Munich, but Charlie's just not having it. These lessons are interesting to me as well as I realize I never really learned about the Cold War in any systematic fashion, as we were all just living through it when I was my daughter's age. Reading what people went through also puts things into perspective pandemic-wise. We now have at least two untraceable cases of the UK variant in Tokyo. This is not good timing as the medical system is coming under increasing pressure. The government thought it was smart during the first wave, but it was probably just lucky and now any admission that the situation is getting worse would be at odds with the "firm assertions" that the Olympics will be held this summer.
In the late 70's Angus we spent a lot of time in cold war Poland and East Germany. Sometimes we would face the lengthy border checks and drive down to Prague. The secret to blending in was wear lots of polyester. First way of telling if someone was from the west - look at their shoes. Anything leather was a sure give away that you were from the other side. Life does get better.
That is Sophie's singing face.
Good to see a young poet at the inauguration.
Sophie weather here too yesterday - she would have revelled in it! It was so windy that Inca turned tail for home within a minute of us starting on our afternoon walk!
It was the most ferocious gale which was so strong that it blew one of the doors off the oil tank store! The wind warped the frame, which literally broke in two, and sailed away with the door attached! I didn't realise how heavy the door was until I came to lift it off the driveway. Later this morning we shall have to start checking for other damage and fear there may be more (and expensive) repair work needed. No doubt the damage will be deemed a freak of nature and not covered by my household insurance!
Can't help thinking that your mayor may have issues with being seen about in daylight!
Hari OM
As a poet tryer and reader and listener, I thank you deeply for today's offering! YAM xx
Diplomatic. For the record, I loved it
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