The other side of the fence

I don't know that I think the grass is greener on the other side.
But I do want to get the most out of life. And, for someone who
has no special skills, not too much money, and not a great deal
of education, I possibly have not done too badly. So far..
Not finished yet, if I can help it. Life should be an adventure,
and that is the way I shall continue to live it.

But I do admire "ex-pats" in particular. People who will go and
spend their lives in a foreign, often rather obscure, (though not
necessarily so) country. Learn a new language. Face the challenges
that come up. Perhaps just for the sake of being different.

Non-conformists? I am sure someone said, before me, that conformity
is boring.

Lemonista

I want to rename this blog "Lemonista".

I was quite disappointed to find this name
has already been taken. Such a clever name.
I thought is was original.

I rather fancy myself as a Lemonist.
Whatever that is. I might just be one anyway.

Women

I enjoy the company of feisty, educated women.
Women who don't take orders. Who think for
themselves. Maybe not screaming shrews, but
those that can laugh, yet still show a strong,
unbounded passion.

I find the statue of Queen Boudicea, in London , a real demonstration of these sort of women.

It makes me laugh to think that I come back for more.I must be mad...


(I acknowledge this picture was taken from the net.
It says I can if I acknowledge it. Wikpedia).

A ship

I rushed downstairs to write this one.
Before the mood leaves me.

It is the weekend. I had an afternoon
sleep, as I often do. I awoke, or
half awoke, wondering where I was. I felt
I was in a ship again, down aft, hearing and
feeling the thunder of the shafts and screws,
pushing the vessel through the water. It is
a sound I have not heard in many years.

I lay there dreaming that I was in a new ship,
an unknown one, having just left my previous
draft. It was a strange feeling. That between
sleep and consciousness. But somehow it
felt real.

It was good.

Middle age

My hair may be grey, but I have no lessening in my
want to live life to the fullest. I seek a little
excitement. Maybe just low key excitement. No crocodile
wrestling or snake handling or anything.

But I enjoy travelling. It just gives me such a buzz.
And women. The challenge. A few laughs...giving and
receiving a some amusement. A little fun perhaps...

I am off to a reunion in a few weeks. All men. This will

be good. Some laughs, old friends, too much to drink... But as always
at these things, I always want to fit at least a night to maybe
have the chance to meet some women. A little difficult
weekend attended by men...

I know I should grow up. Settle down. Behave. Tried that.
It is so boring...

Art and poetry

I like art and poetry.

My favourite artist is Edward Hopper.
I do rather like Impressionism in particular,
though I am aware Edward is not of this school.
Realism I think? Anyway, he is good.

I particulary like this picture. I think so
many things can be read into this picture.
An elegant young woman, waiting. No one
knows for whom. I just like it. Very much.
Like all his works.

I particulary like 20th century poetry, or
contemporary poetry. Among others, Billy
Collins. Easy to read and clever. And yet
another American, like Edward.

New York photograph blog

I read a blog called New York Daily Photo. It really is very good.
But apart from the pictures it also very well written. The author
must be about my age, which of course has nothing to do with it...

Hopefully I have been able to add my own contribution. I am not too good
on technology. But this picture, on a bus stop, has a particular connection
with someone I know. It reminds me of her. The woman at the side was not
intended to be in it. This is perhaps obvious, given the look on her face.
I hope, in the unlikely event that she reads my blog, that she considers it
to be a compliment. To be elevated to the dizzy heights of fame, found only
in blog of an obscure, (overstated..?) Australian.

Time I said something

I keep forgetting about this blog.
I tell myself that I have enough
to say, so I really should write
it in a blog, boring as it may be...

Instead I write to people I know.
But they seem to like it, and our
correspondence is good.

I found another blog called
Engineroom. Oddly enough, about
words. That was good. Much
better than being about motor sport,
for instance.

I have just returned from holidays.
It was very, very good, for a number
of reasons. Most enjoyable.

I even have a list of things to write
in my blog. I really must make some
progress.

A multi-subject blog entry?