Bear was sitting on the table talking to Duck. Bear had honeyed toast and Duck had a bowl of stale arrowroot biscuits that I had soaked in some warm milk. Inside, Tyabb and I were discussing the situation concerning his time in the box, his time in the opportunity shop and he was just getting around to telling me more about getting to Chile. I … Continue reading Bears and Dolls and Toy Soldiers.
This evening Tyabb appeared. What I mean is I get on with things around the house – outside it is cold, wet and blustering and in this part of the world it is supposed to be heading for summer in a few days – and I don’t notice Tyabb or Bear and then suddenly they appear. Bear! I am used to him but I am … Continue reading Stuck on the shelf.
This was to be another “Through a glass darkly” post and I planned to leave it at that. But there was an interruption. “Tyabb says he is ready to tell you about the box.” “That’s good Bear,” I said. “You go in and see what he has to say.” I was still distracted and not really paying attention. “You hafta come,” he said. “What does … Continue reading Biggles in a Box.
Through the rained window of my car I could see the cygnets. And the mother swan. They were safe. Nobody was threatening them. Continue reading Through a glass darkly
Pittong – Snake Valley Road. Continue reading Solitary #2
I had a few things on my mind and yesterday I went for a drive and stayed overnight with my sister and finally got a chance to sit down and catch up with things. Then I came home and sat down at my desk to catch up with some more. There was a tugging on my trouser leg and I looked down and there was … Continue reading da Vinci’s Aerial Screw.
There is a book on my shelves that has never collected dust while I have it. I read it and then find a friend and lend it and then I wait patiently until it is returned. I lend my books easily. If they aren’t returned I fret but only a little and then I forget. But this book – I might tell you later what … Continue reading A sort of a kind of a book review.
I know that many bloggers feel, as I do, a compulsion to write. Something, anything. Over the years I have felt that compulsion and often at the end I have deleted what I have written and started again the next day. At the moment I feel a real need to put something down. Today I have written and deleted two articles. I have a list … Continue reading Tyabb in a box.