What: You take your laptop, order a coffee, and compose your masterpiece in public.
GEM COLLECTION TOPIC. Chosen from this poem by Meri Forest.
A Poem in the Small Hours
by Meri Forest
I think of the days when cubby houses and skipping ropes
full occupied all our hopes
I dream of days we climbed up trees
and slid down dunes on hand and knees
skirts tucked into bloomers, hair untied
we splashed through wavelets lacey wide
and shrieked like gulls in the breaker spray.
Once again, I am NOT at the Coffee Shop to do a day’s blogging and its one that I want to do. No matter. This is a week where few of the ordinary parameters apply for me. I WILL one day get to the coffee shop with computer and do some blogging. Today I did get to the TAVERN. The DIGGERS’ TAVERN in Bellingen for lunch. Bingo had just finished and we had been working on Kati B’s house move. Good Food. Really nice people including Courtney who used to work at GURU FOODS. We stayed several times at Diggers’ when we were visiting Bello before coming back to live. I didn’t do any blogging at the Tavern. Just had lunch and enjoyed the family.
Not only am I not in a coffee shop but its not the Small Hours either. Bummer really because I like both ideas. Maybe I will wake in the Small Hours and maybe I shall write something or simply read Meri Forrest’s poem.
I won’t use many words. Let the photos speak for themselves.
BENCH OF THE DAY. COOLANGATTA ON THE GOLD COAST. 2004.
Here the bench serves one of its fundamental purposes. A place on which to rest. Summer of 2004 in the heat of a Queensland border summer and drained by the experience of the Kirra Carnival, the bench caters to all ages.
The bench would be uncomfortable under most circumstances. Hard, often slatted, without back rest or arms. But in times of need – perfect!
SHARE SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU SMILE says WORDPRESS. The topics remain redolent of 1990s therapy and New Age Affirmations but in a theme of Obedience, I am going along with them. One of the advantages of having been a Cynic and Flesh Ripper, able to see the worst in anyone and any situation is that in my Elderhood, I can relax into gentle schmaltz and aimless smiles and hugging of babies, knowing that I have contributed my share of bitterness and bile to the World and that the weapons of Sarcasm and its associated daemons are still mine if I choose to pick them up.
One of the other factors in my life is a tendency to be of a Depressive Nature. Maybe then, looking for the thing that makes me smile is a good topic today anyways.
|SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME SMILE.
I am going out for a bit and will look for the things that make me smile. I’m taking the North Bank Road up to Bellingen through the farms and rainforest, over to the views of the Dorrigo escarpment and into North Bello to visit with the Baby. Likely I will find something to smile about in town today.
I shall write a list of things that made me smile today. The wee Pylones bird my brother brought back from Paris for me is a good start.
The next door dog came over for a visit with his hair shorn.
A very, very old lady greeted the Baby today and promised her a fine life.
My Sister had a better than expected day.
|Now this make me actually laugh aloud.
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A SONG FOR SCOOBIE FROM A LONG HAIRED OLD WOMAN.
Wrapped the day up smiling about a lot of things.