To be quite chilly recently
Indeed has been our fate;
A fireplace working decently –
Oh, wouldn’t that be grate?
‘Stop adding wood increasingly:
Da fire’s getting higher!’
But to da fire, unceasingly,
I’d add more to defy her!
Now would the blaze be burning up
Chilling out, set alight?
Or ‘alight on sofa’ turning up
Makes ‘burn down’ better, right?
Oh, limp ick flame’s a thing of past,
Curb your eager yearning
To watch your sportsman come in last,
Ambition has stopped burning!
(The wheel has now stopped turning,
And we go back to learning.)
‘The time has come,’ the Colonialist said, ‘to squeak of many things …’ only, unlike the Walrus, I don’t have the time. Even though I have finally finished the music for Immy and slotted it into the slide show, I find myself tinkering and wanting to add things like split-second (literally) pauses, and better descriptions of what the sound is doing. Each alteration to the music, regardless of how tiny, involves changing the score, re-recording it as MP3, disguising that as WAV, transferring it to another computer to put it into the slide show, resetting the times … You get the picture. I mean, you get the music and the picture, but only after I’ve done all that.
Younger Daughter, hubby and the grandkids set out on Thursday for a weekend in the Swartberg they had booked some time ago. They were thrilled at the fact that they were going to see all the snow. They saw the snow, all right, but they never did get to their destination. That wasn’t for want of trying. They spent Thursday night at a B & B in Underberg, Friday night at a farm in Ixopo, and Saturday night at the same farm. Each day’s attempt to get to the Lodge failed. When they gave up was when they met someone emerging in a really big 4 X 4 who said he had only just managed to get through by a whisker, and had very nearly failed.
I managed to get the dogs to the beach today. It was really windy, and a bit chilly, but I had a good run. I also managed, after a really close search, to find the mandatory cowrie of the day. I really didn’t think I was going to, as most shells have been pounded to very fine shingle.
© Colonialist August 2012 (WordPress/Letterdash)