KNEE HIGH TO A GRASSHOPPER

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some old blogs and thoughts


March 11 2007
everyone is doing what they do best at this hour, the dog is dreaming, the grandfather is sleeping,
grandma is in her robe awake with insomnia and the daughter is in her cottage e-mailing her friends about the world. the lane outside is quiet, its too cold for anyone to be out and about, the sky is dark and covered with deep clouds and the small streetlight shines on the snow. a few rabbit and fox tracks are about and earlier this week a lynx was seen up here.
i wonder where you are.
In noisy Manhattan, sirens going day and night. In southern California, smog filling your lungs with pollution and where looks are everything and the shops know how to suck all your money from you and whats left plastic surgeons take.
Are you down in Australia, so beautiful but filled with creepy crawlies, i loved living there for several years but the snakes and bugs, yuk. Beautiful beaches and those nasty sea urchins and sharks, rays and so on. blimey.
You probably aren't in any of those places, as if you were, you wouldn't be blogging.
Hopeing you aren't lonely. You could always try something new in your life, you only have this one.


May 8 2007
to be on the tracks again
There are certain advantages to being a hobo, at first they seem selfish and so too they may be but the life of a hobo, no cell phones, no knowledge of family, just wheeling about in the chain of events for one's daily survival. Today has been one of those days that I wish I were on the tracks to whatever junction the train happens to be going in. I just hate it when someone I love becomes ill, or receives bad news, when one has to slowly see someone you love desperately with all ones heart and soul, growing old, weaker and in pain. It was a hard day and I feel like vomiting, and like all the walls are closing in and the ceiling is pushing me down and the floor coming up to squash me. I feel like my skin is crawling with tentacles and being squeezed to where there is no air. My eyes hurt from crying, my blood pressure has gone sky high and my spirits seem to have deserted me . Damn what a day, I love my daughter so much and ache when I see her suffer from procedures and in the same day get more bad news from another doctor. Oh I wish I could vanish into sightless air and never had been to begin with. Am I selfish?

TOPELIUS WOULD HAVE LOVED ME


CELEBRATION OF LIFE ETC.

The Blonde and her Black Paws

This is a story of never ending love, faithful, friendly, honest and givers of hope.

Once Upon A Time

RUDOLF HAS HAD A WARM SUMMER AND LOTS TO EAT. HE IS NOW 2 1/2 CM LONG
aquatic Coleoptera (water beetles)

DYTISCUS MARGINALIS
OUR FRIENDLY WATER BEETLE WE CALL RUDOLF





there will be a story coming here
REVENGE IS MINE AFTER 41 YEARS AND HOW SWEET IT IS
beware those relatives from Porvoo because I have the dope on your family


Solivagant - means A Person Who Wanders Alone

Cockalorum - means A Little Man With an Unduly High Opinion of Himself

Lilliputian - means A Very Small Person or Being

Jocoserious - means Half Serious and Half in Jest

Jejune - means Childish

Lamia - means emale Enchantress or Demon



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