Thread: Sun December 30th - January 05th

Sunday the 30th of December, twenty twelve

scene setting

The day broke mild and sunny, the birdsong awakened. Up, showered, a cappuccino (possibly; depends on your definition) a walk to the top of Mount Torrens with the hound (walk up - run down) twenty seven thirty four. Pb is 20:51, but that was ten years ago...

On return another shower, then hedge trimming wearing my straw cowboy hat. Hedge trimming with 'traditional' shears is great shoulder exercise...

Then I washed my car, and then the wife's car, and then I took the wife's car for a frivolous spin 'round the country backroads, past cows, and cows' poo, and teddy bears made of round hay bales wishing me a merry time. Down winding roads turning to dirt, feeling all the world like Toad of Toad Hall...

The Shave

Then, on my return, I shaved. In my room. While listening to 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran.

I chose the J A Hellberg frameback, Madame Scodioli sopa, Lavanda scent.

One of the best single pass shaves I've had (the razor had suffered 20 laps on the Shapton 16k at my hand prior to the shave)

I acquired a coffee machine, and now I'm rather besotted. I think I may have made a macchiato today...

from 'The Prophet' (on children) for if I love anything in this world, I love my children, for they are from me, like I am from God.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.