Monday, 25 April 2016
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
Wednesday, 13 April 2016
"I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Funny how the "official" lyrics to the song don't exactly match how Leonard most often sings it. But it's his song, right? He sings it differently every time.
Friday, 8 April 2016
Yes, we live differently here.
We say we live in the country, in fact we live in a village. But with barely 800 souls, nearly all of whom come from pioneer stock, and the fact that our village is surrounded by farms, a great big river and then nothing - and I mean nothing - but wilderness for thousands of miles extending north and west, yes, this is the country. There are other villages in the immediate area, placed a half-day's horse and buggy ride apart along the rivers, big or small, or nestled by lakes. One is even a real 'town' of a couple of thousand. Some of the others are shrinking hamlets of a dozen or so houses; the young leave, you see.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
That's what my sister called me the other day when I sent her the link to "All robins answer to Tippy" (the post before this one). I'm pretty sure she meant it fondly ..
Paul thought it an accurate description of my character. I know for the most part he likes me this way (a little eye-rolling at some of my antics aside) and I probably couldn't not be this brand of nuts if I tried, it's built-in. Mostly a feature rather than a bug.
But it can make for some awkward moments.