Category: Sunday pottering

#1393 theoldmortuary ponders

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What a difference a Day Makes.

24 little hours in Seatown. Another blog featuring home grown sunshine in January.

One day  the January sun might just have caused a little reddening of the cheeks. And the next our faces were whipped to a pinkish blush by harsh wind, sideways rain and seawater in the air.

Night and Day, that’s who you are.

An unexpected Christmas tree in mid-January.

Lobster pots and Buoys at West Bay.

Brains are funny things . Mine immediately picked out two songs written in the 1930’s to accompany these weekend photos

Night and Day- Cole Porter 1932

What a difference a Day Makes- Dinah Washington 1934.

These songs are absolutely on the periphery of  my experience. They have been stored subliminally in some hard to access , dusty warehouse in my Neo Cortex.

Neither were a family favourite. My parents were small children in the mid to late 30’s

Two pieces of music that I have never given a moment of thought to until their titles exactly matched the theme of the blog. Stored subliminally from background music on radio and T.V throughout my lifetime.

My earworms for the day… Maybe yours too

#856 theoldmortuary ponders.

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This is the face of a dog who swam away to sea to become a duckling.

A mother and father duck were swimming in the sea with their ducklings. Lola swam out to quietly just be the fifth duckling. Nobody seemed to mind at all.

This is the kind of giddy adventure that spring sunshine causes.

This is the second Sunday that the sun has come out and our second time, this week, on a beach with a super-low tide. This time a rusty object was revealed.

Google lens has no idea what it is. A mystery in March , in the sunshine, Sundays are quite the exciting place at the moment.

P.S the answer from a friend in New Zealand.

A discarded submarine cable.

#530 theoldmortuary ponders

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A day with no plans started in the pink and then as these days do, it filled in unexpected ways. Chores were done, the winter coats were bagged up and put up in the roof. We moved stuff into the garage in the sunshine, the smell of cooking food and intriguing music wafted from the nearby monthly food market. In winter months the market is held indoors and the sounds and smells don’t reach us. But today the market is out on the green and the smells are too good to miss.

Blue skies and only slightly wet grass made the market a lovely interlude between some very odd jobs. Including admin.

I am 48 hours late for a deadline for an art exhibition. I am not sure where the hours have gone this weekend. I was properly duped by a friend for April fools day. Thinking a friend was in a pickle and without a phone signal I was busy researching for her…

Time when I should have been applying for the art exhibition…

Totally hoodwinked, my hat is off, never have I been so gullible on April 1st. Next year I will be more alert. But for 2023, the joking world is her oyster.

This particular friend has given me a wonderful way to respond to righteous disagreements. So I forgive her and applaud her success

The sort of disagreement where someone has reached an impasse or stalemate in negotiations.

“Oh well” people will often say ” the ball is in their court”

Which suggests that one side has handed the power of resolution to the other side.

Gills’, under the breath, response to that, which I have now used a couple of times in meetings, is-

” Oh yes, but the bat is up my arse”

Immediately grabbing the, hidden, power back in one deft sentence.

Onwards into another week, closer to Spring or Autumn, depending on your hemisphere.