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...Can't wait for next year, if I live so long.
Hurricanes one after another barrelling into the
East Coast, followed by even more massive
fires in California than there have been this
year, maybe with whole cities burning down.
We live in interesting times.
Yep, Rumpel, it's that Smokey da Bear-he has run amok!
Nevertheless (is that one word or three/), just you
wait till that Korean guy gets really pissed off! BOOM!!
MY only consolation is that Seattle is probably an
easier target for him than San Francisco. Once he
nukes Seattle, bye-bye North Korea, and no tears.
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"Run into the round house, Nellie- he can't corner you there!"
~Dudley Doright, RCMP
I love Dudley Doright and Nell. My mother's maiden
name was "Nellie" and she hated it. A well-meaning
minister and his wife called her "Helen" instead, but
that was perhaps even worse since one couldn't
help hearing the "Nellie" in the background. The
four sisters who included my maternal grandmother
were "Briny, Lizzie, Carrie, and May". Only one
of those was a real name, but none of those sisters
seemed to hate their names as much as my mom
hated "Nellie". She named me "Geoffrey" after
"Geoffrey Chaucer", which was a much better
My current telephone answering machine
message begins with a roar followed by "Hello,
this is Geoffrey of Northumbria. Please leave a
message after the tone, unless you are a
telemarketer in which case I have already
condemned you to Hell for all eternity."
When I came to the colonies, I found that a
lot of fuss was made over a house in town
that was built in the 1600's. Pooh, When
I was a kid I could have walked (If I'd been
older) to a castle that was built in the 11th
The Keep was in ruins, like the rest of the
castle, early in the 20th century, but was
rebuilt for a movie, probably a movie of
"Ivanhoe" I would guess, since it was
Athelstane's castle in that book.
Here are the flags of England (not
Great Britain) and of Russian Georgia.
They're the same except for the
medallions in each quadrant of the
flag of Russian Georgia, since for
some reason Saint George is the
patron saint of both countries:
Here's my favourite painting of Saint
George, by Rogier Van der Weyden.
It's a surprisingly small painting, and is
in the National Gallery at Washington
Here's where I was born, in the red
half of the semi-detached:
In those days we had privet hedges,
instead of stone foundations with
wooden round-topped fence segments,
separating the house from the street
and the neighboring houses, which
was much more attractive IMO. There
also was a path to the front door
instead of a driveway, since nobody
owned a car in those days, also much
more attractive IMV.
After riding a streetcar (the rickety
orange 1929 kind that San Francisco
bought from Milan because they were
"charming" for tourists, which is likely
true though I hate riding them myself
and usually avoid them) home from
the supermarket today, I noted a
couple of people glued to their smart
phones on the streetcar. When I got
home, I mentioned to my son that I
should start calling such people
"zombies", but my son didn't think
that was fair. I'd better be more
careful blurting out whatever I think
to my son, because he thinks I'm
going senile. That may be true but
I don't want to make it so obvious.
As one can perhaps tell, I'm into
my usual routine of sleeping in the
early evening then staying awake
most of the night.