Saturday is Caption Day

It isn't always sweetness and light, this family life lark.
I mean, look at these two. Do they look like they are enjoying themselves?

Feel free to interpret the picture as you see fit and provide a caption accordingly.
And then pop yourself along to Mammasaurus who does a fine line in captions.

Autumn

I may have mentioned in a recent post (or two) that I love Autumn.
I love the colours of the leaves, the low sun and crisp mornings when the mist has just cleared.
I love leaving footprints on fresh dew.
I love watching my own breath on the cold morning air.
In late Autumn, I love jumpers, and cups of cocoa.

But I hate spiders. And with Autumn comes the influx of spiders, creeping under doors, edging their way around the skirting board, peeking out from behind furniture to taunt me. One was blazen enough to walk across my bedroom floor. I knew it was there because I could here its footprints. From downstairs.

And every year they get bigger. I thought things were supposed to get smaller as you got older. Like Milky Ways and Creme Eggs.

It comes to something when you have to get your son's friend to get rid of one for you. Yes, he was only 7 at the time. But I think it is important to encourage their bravery, good character development stuff.

Hopefully, they have retreated back to their nests *shiver* for Winter now.

So it is probably safe for me to come out from under my duvet now, yes?

Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.

Dear Words

Specifically, Dear Words in my Head.

Why do you have to fly around like confetti at a wedding making no sense to me or to my fingers which are trying to interpret you into something sensible and logical that could be called a sentence?

Why are there so many of you tumbling like leaves in the autumn wind? I don't have an enormous vocabulary so how is it possible that so many of you exist? Unless you are secretly cloning yourselves up there, conspiring to further confuse me.

Occasionally you hint at something that could be useful, like a to-do list, a blog post or a multi-million pound best selling novel that is just crying out to be made into a box-office hit. I know they are all hiding in there, particularly the to-do list which, unless it can escape and metamorphosise into the written word, will stretch and grow and twist and knot itself to the point it makes me rather ill (in the stressed out kind of sense).

Meanwhile, I grasp at the few moments in my day which are uninterrupted by children's demands, and try to purge my brain of a few words that may make someone smile, or nod sagely in understanding. My brain struggles for air as it drowns in literary flotsam and I manage to cough up a tweet. It is however not worthy of a reply or retweet. It is just a belch of words that are commonplace and unremarkable save for their indelible mark on the web.

I really need to find some space where I can set some of you free, make your own way into the world and release the pressure that is mounting. Because the pressure is mounting, and if I can't find the release valve there will be an almighty alphabetti spagetti inspired blog post flying across my readers screens.

Or is this already it?

Yours desperately trying to clear some head space so if you could just sort yourselves out into a semblance of order that would be great,

Me

365project Week 44

Not intentional but this week was all about the numbers.

5 minutes before the face paint was all over my cushions.
60 years of marriage and 3 hours of my cushion handiwork.
43 seconds before the milk moustache was shaved off.
15 points spelling out Halloween.
4 minutes of tears when the sparkler fizzled out.
8 years old.
30 years since I last played Battleships and the old magic is still there.


Joining in with The Boy and Me and the 365 project.
My photos are in my album on the 365project site. I'd be so happy if you went to take a look.

Silent Sunday

Saturday is Caption Day

Just your average afternoon playing in the garden. Nothing to see. Move along.

Or if you can think of a caption to set the giggles off, then please stop a while and fill in my comments box.

Don't forget to pop along to Mammasaurus for more Saturday morning fun (of the photo variety!).

Nick

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

---

 

Henry Scott Holland
1847 -1918



Goodbye Nick.
Until the next room.