2009 — 28 June: Sunday
Tonight's photo serves to remind me that Christa's family "back home" will still be missing her, too. This was taken on a "younger generation" walk (that is, her two brothers and their wives, plus young Florian) over in Meisenheim in September 1974 on that fortnight I spent getting to know her folks just before we married. I think I was the first young Englishman she'd brought home...
... and Gisela must have taken this shot, because that's her sister smiling between Christa and Karl's wife, Linda.
Apparently, we're now staring a "killer heat-wave" in the face. Allegedly. Potentially. Still, we're off for a hike in the New Forest in a few hours. After all, sitting essentially immobile in an air-conditioned car hardly constitutes fresh air and exercise, does it? Meanwhile, the dishes are done, the crockpot has been chilled, and another two episodes of True Blood are, as it were, under my belt. It's 00:33 but I'm not very sleepy yet. G'night!
Consciousness returns...
... somewhat sluggishly, to the sounds of the "Blue Danube" (which was a mucky grey when I last saw it) and a few slices of fresh pineapple. It's 08:59 and the sun is blazing away as promised. I found an earwig on my bathroom floor last night. Wonder where they come from?
Excellent news
They do say every cloud has a silver lining. And, pray tell, what's the point of an insanely expensive, insanely dangerous weapon which is utterly pointless? Not to mention futile? Boys and their silly little toys. We are a truly stupid species.
Freshly showered...
... and with a fresh cuppa close at hand, I'm back — it's now 15:42 — after dodging through hordes of grockles down around Lyndhurst. I could tell you where we walked but, as it was sticky and dull, I won't bother. It was a route lifted from one of the local newspapers, but 6.9 miles of really rather dull Forest and sandy gravel. We also got well and truly sat-navved, being offered four miles along a dirt track at one point. And, having refused that, being taken on what seemed like a petulant circular tour around our destination to teach us a lesson. Boys and their silly little toys.
This comment, from an American responding to a UK article on President Obama, tickled me:
There is an axiom about our tangled affairs: Dems promise to make us richer, smarter and better looking. Republicans tell us that government doesn't work. And then they get elected and prove it.
Puns
I love a good pun. Try these.
The good ol' "argument to ignorance" is fun, too — you find this all over the place these days.