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Castle Continued

The castle is set on the outskirts of a small town.  There is a road that runs up to the castle with houses on the opposite side.  The road ends at a small carpark and there is a small river … Continue reading

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Five – O

Preface:  Ah, yes, it’s a bad sign when you see a post with a preface. I was really angry about the events in Baltimore and angrier about the press coverage.  (FYI:  calling rioters and looters “thugs” is fucking racist.  Call … Continue reading

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Fridge magnet

The kitten I adopted a couple of months ago was spayed the day before yesterday.  The soft neck cone (a bit like this but blue with laces) she came home in didn’t even make it out of the carrier.  She … Continue reading

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What?

How can it be that I’m bored with my travel story?  This makes no sense.  I was outrageously excited to be there and had an exceptionally good time for a lot of the time.  Concern about my mother dominated a … Continue reading

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Ugh … Ahh…

Despite my grumbling about our stay in Inverness, I actually liked the town.  Bustling and growing, it had a weird vibe that I don’t know how to describe without sounding insane.  It seemed a bit like a rough and tumble … Continue reading

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Only 3,000 miles to go…

I am way behind the wings.  Way behind. You can’t get a real sense of the unease behind this photo.  But it’s there alright.    

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So Long, Suckers – Part 5

Enrichment at Oxford had its moments, including falling madly in love (a twenty part saga of its own which I don’t think either of us has the patience for right now).  I returned home at the end of the summer … Continue reading

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Getting old ain’t for sissies

My mother fell a couple of months ago.  She was out walking and a bit of uneven pavement upended her.  She tried to roll into the fall but only succeeded in breaking a couple of ribs.  It was difficult and … Continue reading

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Peek-a-boo

A couple of years ago I happened upon a documentary by Simon Schama about Mark Rothko.  Some of the images presented made me a bit teary.  I decided that this was ultimately a good thing.  I thereupon stopped thinking about it and … Continue reading

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