Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamp post how it feels about dogs.
Seemed like an appropriate way to begin today…Certainly, more droll than the Reuters’ report of Cameroonian thugs smashing street stalls so that the place will ” look tidy for the papal visit…” I think I’ll check my Kiva account to see if I can do something useful there. The Vatican certainly isn’t helping.
I wonder how many readers noticed that the cyclone map I posted last week was “live” and updated every few hours? I thought that was pretty cool, especially as I only put it up by the “posting for dummies” method of copy and paste.! 🙂 I see it’s half-off the screen today as Wee Hamish heads out to sea.
No major damage here and, thankfully, not as much as there could have been along the coast to the south. Tremendous seas and some flooding of flat spots, but, given that Hamish had a top rating, not bad at all.
For years I have encouraged and supported organic growing, especially in school systems. Sometimes, the best teachers take up the challenge and, believe me, it IS a challenge! Sometimes, it all seems too hard and the enthusiasm wanes. But pop across to m.heart’s blog and see what can be done. Warms the cockles, this does.
I spent some time yesterday messing about with shellac and turps and other smelly chemicals. The weather was right out of a tourist brochure – blue skies, sunshine, light breeze. Perfect for drying stuff out of doors. I almost forgot to bring in the last of my “art” at dusk. Almost. If I’d left things out…Man! Just after midnight, I was woken by the sound of palms lashing the house and rain drumming on the roof. Think: Trinidad steel band and you’ll have an idea.
I raced around, tilting windows and shutters, flung down a few towels where rain had already puddled and went back to bed just as the violence eased. The weather map sure as shootin’ didn’t tell me that one was coming!
This is some of what I was doing. Collograph plates which (when I’m satisfied they are worth printing!) will be inked and printed onto paper.
I still have some work to do on them…
A change of pace now…
This is what I call shiny!
The chaps putting their backs into it.
The Mustang is back in our carport, awaiting the next procedure. And what is that? I hear you ask. “That” is a piece of bureaucratic nonsense in my book.
In order to register this car, which is being restored to its original state, we must comply with current regulations. These regulations state that ALL vehicles must be fitted with child restraints in the rear compartment. Yes, even if it’s a sports car and even if we don’t have children and certainly no intention of allowing miniature trolls in the car.
I don’t see why we cannot run with the “original” non-belted rear compartment and leave the child restraints to the next owner. But , no. Somewhere, some pen-pusher has a job to do. So…we are having special plates welded-and-bolted to the rear panels. Funny, my definition of “original” must be from a different dictionary.
I’m off to have a haircut. Oh! Can life get any more exciting…