At least I can see the sun somewhat through the clouds – make a difference from this weekend when it was not even visible!
But what a lovely weekend nevertheless 😉
We talked. And ate. Ate some more. Talked some more. Laughed about all kinds of silly things.
I got to play with my S-L’s brand spanking new iPad – that she has absolutely NO idea how to operate, and even less of an inclination to!! I would do things for a machine like that…
Got to drive in a funky Merc, and that was much fun!
Slept in a room that smelled like Katjiepiering – think it’s a gardenia. Lovely.
When I eventually got back on P town, I went to my mom’s, and she presented me with my b day gift. The loveliest set of towels, and a bottle of Fenjal bath oil. Don’t know if anybody remembers that, but it has the most amazing smell, and lots of memories was evoked while I was taking a nice relaxing bath last night. It was big in the 80’s – not bathing, Fenjal, but it went away for a while. Seems it’s back again, or at least more easily accessable, so I had a good soak last night.
As I’m writing this, the weather has taken a decided turn for the worse. Wind blowing, clouds lowering, sun disappearing. Today is a day for dressing warmly – let’s hop to it then. Have to start the week sometime.
Once upon a time there was a non-conforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly decided to fly south. In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to Earth in a barnyard, nearly frozen solid. A cow passed by where he had fallen, and crapped on the little sparrow.The sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings!
Warm and happy, able to breath, he started to sing.
Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping he investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him.
The Moral of the Story:
Everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy
Everyone who gets you out of crap is not necessarily your friend.
And if you’re warm and happy in a pile of crap, you might just want to keep your mouth shut.