Ludwig Wittgenstein in his youth. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]
Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein
Month: April 2016
Changed perceptions
KODAK Digital Still Camera
When I was growing up as a Christian I was taught about sin,punishment,hell and heaven.
The implication seemed to be that if you found you were inclined to envy or anger or other sins,you could change by will power.Now,may be you can,but often you can’t so you have an extra sin and anxiety that you are a grave sinner.
Now I have been thinking that it may be Perception which matters.If you can change your perception your actions and thoughts will be changed,It’s like changing your perspective or changing your focus,
And about imaginatively exploring what that person who tempts you to anger,lust,greed,envy, is truly feeling.So you get out of the two person
ME and YOU
It’s like a three person relationship.I can see my views and your views and somehow
then see both differently.I am finding it hard to put into words,If we can change our perception we will change our thoughts and actions
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A person is a window
A new person whom we get to know can be a window to a different world.For this to function we have to realise that we are all different and we are all of value.
Even within one culture big differences are there between one person and another.
And in London we have people from hundreds of other countries and we British ourselves are multicultural.Some people find this frightening and our ancestors probably only met people from their own village.
But looked at another way,seeing how a friend from another culture views his/her world is enlightening even if only to give a new perspective on our own culture which we may be unaware of.We may see life from a new perspective.These metaphors from Art are very useful.The artist must see as well as possible and in different ways.So in that sense Art is important not just for pleasure but for living a reasonable life
We may in a metaphorical sense look through this friend’s eyes and see a new world.
Or we may scoff and say how silly and that our culture and our own self are the only ones of value.Or we may wander on,not really looking so not seeing and so miss many chances of enlightenmentAnd enlightenment is the best that a new window can offer us.How full of metaphors our languages are.How poetic.
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It was the end
1. Avoid it like the The Hague
2. Dead as a donor’s nail
3. Mistake the rigor and the detail for analysis
4. Low, singing and cute voiced
5. If only wails could talk we’d get better
6. The dot calling the comma black was the end
7. Think by the side of the foxed
8. She’s sick and grieves still
10. Plenty of fish in the wee,he joked
9. Bat at the end of the day’s unless you are rolling
11. Every dog has its dismay
12. Like a bid in a gambling furore I went unnoticed
Feel the nip of the iceberg
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Lady love
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So I skinned it which made me feel calmer..
I once had a doctor called Grey;
Of feeling he made a display.
He wept and smiled
Till he had me beguiled.
The next day Dr Grey ran away.
I displayed my displeasure by drama,
Hysterical, I slipped on a banana.
But it was not the right size
And matched not mine eyes
So I skinned it which made me feel calmer..
In the store was a display of bell peppers
Alongside a tub of red letters.
I read one in brief
As I pawed lettuce leaves
They’re soporific and I want to feel Greta.
- Displays of emotion are banned
As the headmaster’s briefs will soon land.
For his trousers fell down
While he was in town
Drinking whiskey and beer till half canned.
Displays of the bum aren’t permitted
Even by a man so bright witted.
So he is getting the sack
Then he can pack
His register of all he’s committed
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Saul Bellow knew it
For the other
“With regard to the sharpest and most melting sorrow, that which arises from the loss of those whom we have loved with tenderness, it may be observed, that friendship between mortals can be contracted on no other terms than that one must some time mourn for the other’s death: and this grief will always yield to the survivor one consolation proportionate to his affliction; for the pain, whatever it be, that he himself feels, his friend has escaped.”
– Dr Samuel Johnson
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Definition of Display
Photo by mike flemming.copyright
Display
Pronunciation: /dɪˈspleɪ/
VERB
[WITH OBJECT]
NOUN
Derivatives
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Play
http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/play
As Martin Buber once wrote, ‘Play is the exultation of the possible,’
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Trust and boundaries in creating
An intriguing property of vitamin B6
Rita Mae Reese Recommends…
Posted 3.30.16
“The one thing I’ve discovered about writing over the years is that not-writing is like a virus—it’s always mutating, always trying to overcome your defenses. Sometimes it will succeed. There’s no single answer that will work the rest of your writing life. You’ll think you’re a disciplined writer and then you’ll have kids; your first book will come out and all of those ideas waiting in your notebook just wither up; you’ll find a great community of writers and find that you spend more time talking about writing than actually writing. I have, however, found a few defenses that have been essential against not-writing. The first is the vitamin B6; it helps you deal with stress and it makes your dreams more vivid. I don’t like taking pills, even a vitamin, so I’ve stopped taking it dozens of times, and always I notice that the impulse for writing wanes without it. The second thing is reminding myself: You don’t have to write anything that you’re not deeply interested in. Every time I remember this, it’s a relief and a surprise. Walking, meditating, writing by hand, and keeping a notebook have also been useful, particularly in conjunction with the first two defenses. I realize that it all comes down to maintaining and refreshing a sense of play. As Martin Buber once wrote, ‘Play is the exultation of the possible,’ and exploring the possible is what writing is all about for me.”
—Rita Mae Reese, author of The Book of Hulga (U
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Gloves to love
What is life without a glove
In which to place the hand you love?
If you have a RH yellow
I have here it’s LH fellow
If you feel a little blue
I can match your mood in hue.
I have muted or quite bright
Let me know which suits your plight
If you’re feeling in the pink
So am I until I think.
Since I have no new topcoat
Over gloves my eye shall gloat.
I knit my cap from blue mohair
And in it I say my prayers.
It only cost me half a crown
As you know I like to clown.
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The sea within
Love shines from your eyes and makes your face so beautiful. Your smile has a rare beauty Like a foreign flower transported into a bare garden. Though it's winter now, it's summer in my heart as I lose myself in the colour of the sea within you
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The children’s eyes,the ball,the game, the tree
Gold stone from Cotswold quarries, men brought
And built into a way of life for those who bought
Their lives so cheaply.And did not see
The children’s eyes,the ball,the game, the tree
Of life that grew in small backyards and gave
All to those who lithely climbed into its arms,
Why should this not be you?
O Eden, I see that you are nearer now,
In lowly homes where love is free
Than in the temple ,grove and softset brow
Of those who worship God,in churches built of gold
Now this is simple to behold
When sun is setting, and escapes the ashes
Thrown up and floating in the watches
Of the days of voters’ eyes cast up to skies
And wondering, fearful, what will come
When all the secret deals are done.
So take the gold of Life and let it fall
Into your children’s growing souls,
And let this Cotswold town and spires
Melt into sunset’s glowing orange fires.
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So 50% is women.
Doctor,doctor,100 per cent of the patients waiting has died.
You mean have died,surely?
No,doctor,there was only one!
Doctor,doctor,50% of the patients is men today!
You mean “are men;do learn grammar”
Well,there are just two patients!
So 50% is women.
A woman!
Doctor,doctor,33.333333% of the patients is a child.
I am unsure if it’s your grammar,the topic or the fact that 1/3 can’t be written as a finite decimal number that is making me feel queer today,
Well,doctor,be gay if you like.I am ok with that!
I seem to fluctuate.Is that normal?
Who gives a damn about what’s normal?
The abnormal?
Doctor,doctor,50% of my fingers have fallen off.
And you can still calculate percentages.That’s a miracle.
To me it’s a catastrophe.
Don’t worry,I can reattach them if they are to hand.
What a funny way you have of talking English.
Speaking English..
Speaking,talking,uttering,muttering…I don’t get you Anglos.
I’m a Jew!
Well,you are an English Jew.You wear an English hat on your noble head with its amber eyes
And you are an English Indian.You wear an England scarf around your elegant neck!
Our Venn diagrams intersect.What a miracle!
That’s two miracles already.Before we even think about Venn diagrams.
It’s the intersection that we like…
Yes,100% of us two like them.
We agree.We beat the percentages.
The odds.
Life’s a gamble
Or a gambol?
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Kindly avoid gowns with zips
Kindly do not have a heart attack when the Consultant is doing his round;he is teaching.You come second
Kindly do not faint when the nurses have their tea break
Kindly avoid wetting the bed;roll out and do it on the floor
if unable to walk.
Kindly wear a dressing gown when out of bed as this ward is mixed up.
Kindly avoid gowns with zips
After being dosed with too much morphine unnecessarily and having a primula inserted,kindly avoid bleeding to death after being transferred off the trolley into bed when we must have banged your hand.We deeply regret the shock.
Kindly inform us if your blood pressure fall to zero owing to bleeding from your primula after the nurse knocks on it.
Kindly do not show your sketch books to the other patients.They are jealous.
Kindly avoid sketching the bed opposite you where a gentlemen is screaming in pain all day.
Kindly do not ask for another blanket.Use your dressing gown.
Kindly avoid doing a quick portrait of Dr Brown as he is ugly already and we are tried beyond belief
Kindly do not reprimand the nurse for spilling water onn the best drawing you ever did… it was you who did it in water soluble ink.
Kindly do not cough at night.You can sneeze in the morning if you like.
Kindly do not panic if you find you have died.Nothing else can happen then as far as we know.. kindly email us to let us know where you end up.
Now Zen.Keep calm and carry on.
Life must go on
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Sunlight
Shapely tulips catch my eye
Red as cherries
Winter berries
Spring will never lie.
Red as cherries
Winter berries
Spring will never lie.
Willow buds as green as glass
Happiness
Happiness
Memories that never pass
Happiness
Happiness
Memories that never pass
Sunlight slants across the wall
such loved colour
my eyes follow
Delight in light is all
such loved colour
my eyes follow
Delight in light is all
Mauve and grey the evening sky.
Sun descends
Day must end
One last goose flies by
Sun descends
Day must end
One last goose flies by
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Scarlet weapons for her hair.
Will you hiss me all night when I’m done?
Who is Sylvia? Wrath is she!
Shall I condemn thee to a summer fray?
Scarlet weapons for her hair.
Rod didn’t suck her little green nipples.
Go to bed now and sleep sing.
Gently my rattle now test.
Who forgives the winds and the whorls?
Where gently those lost quivers show.
Don’t put all your leg in the basket.
Alas,.my love,you sue me wrong.
I met her and was pardoned where the three Fates show.
Fester on dorma.
Beware of rung girls.
Lover,lover where’s my other?
Did Jesus have a raving sister.
In my mind ,I have a rabid fox.
I like the tea brewed Bible.
My fountain overflowed.
Where is that still tall voice?
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An interesting essay from Poetry Foundation
Satan in Cromer; the true story and the storm
http://www.edp24.co.uk/news/photo_gallery_people_rescued_from_cromer_pier_as_spectacular_waves_smash_into_seafront_1_3081997
Alfred and Dora Smith, who had just taken possession of a solid gold powder compact, bought from dear old Stan on the beach ,went down to Cromer so Dora could go to Boots, She wanted a new and more suitable shade of pressed powder to put into the compact.
Satan was getting cheesed off as Dora had the compact shut away in her handbag of purple and red leather with a yellow strap.Since she otherwise dressed entirely in black the vivid colours did not seem quite so dreadful.Some might call them post modern
You may disagree, but I believe a coloured leather handbag is a definite must for any woman nowadays.Where else can one hid one’s log tables,kindle reader,tampons, set squares,kleenex,rulers,pens and other female items not to mention lipstick and other vital items?
Satan ,not being divine.did not know where Alf and Dora were off to but he was hoping that he might get a peep somewhere.Maybe in the ladies loo in some pub or other,hopefully one full of women of an intriguing type with French underwear worn as outerwear in the late style of Madonna.Little did he know of the ladies of North Norfolk
Inside Boots,Dora found the Boots Number 7 beauty counter and selected some compressed powder in a color called vanilla rose beige.Since everything was 3 for 2 she bought some lavender mascara and some pink coral moisturised lipstick.After paying the bill,she and Alf ran outside as they felt poorly
My,it’s as hot as hell in there,Dora cried.Satan was pleased to hear that but he had no idea where they were but felt he was near home.
Alf suggested a walk down the pier to get some fresh air.
Facing directly North, Cromer pier is wide open to the pure winds from Siberia… but today a SW wind was blowing and despite a black cloud looming the day was bright and warm for winter in England
As the game, old but vital couple reached the end of the pier and turned to look at the North Norfolk coast line they regretted not wearing their Harris tweed coats.. a strange chill came over England that afternoon…. a hint of evil darkened the air with menace.David Cameron must have been up there in Burnham Market where the rich and sinful have holiday homes.
Shall we sit down for a minute, said Alf to his stunningly made up wife.
You sit down,I am going to look at the sea.Dora said sweetly
Dora stood at the edge of the pier looking,at the waves crashing below… and above too!
She wondered how her new short hair style was standing up to the weather and on an impulse she opened her bag and took out the gold compact so she could use the mirror to check.
Holding it n her left hand she flicked it open expertly at an angle of precisely 60 degrees.
Who was more surprised…Satan,who rarely saw faithfully married,virtuous British women, or Dora who had never before seen a demons,let alone Satan,I leave to your imagination.
Dora gave a loud shriek and threw the compact overarm high above and over the metal railings.Being solid gold it sank gently to the sea bed amongst the pearls and coral and a few suicidal people’s remains.
Alf,Alf,she called..raucuously
What is it, my pet?
There was some fiend in that mirror.What a sight! I am afraid I have accidentally bowled it overarm it into the sea.Like you showed me to when we were playing cricket
You stupid twit.I paid £500 for that.I broke the bank
Did you really?You are so sweet.I wonder if we should call 999? Dora called
I doubt if they could dive into the cold sea…for a powder compact.Alf replied
How about for the poor devil inside it? she continued.
Suddenly a heavy storm,one might say a hurricane blew up and the stout couple were almost washed away by rain and giant waves which ran into the air on either side of the pier.Clinging to each other they stumbled towards the promenade some distance back.
Let’s go and have some tea and muffins,suggested Alf thoughtfully.
Suddenly the sea swept onto the promenade and for a moment it seemed as if the two old folk would be washed away but luckily they were both very obese and their weight anchored them to the ground as well as their heavy rubber boots
Well,it’s not quite what we expected,but somehow I am relieved.Dora said
I was nervous about owning such a luxury item.I feel I am addicted to Max Factor Pancake makeup in plastic compacts she prattled merrily as Oxbridge educated folk like to do especially if they did PPE like our Prime Minister
Alf was dozing and in his mind he saw a host of pancakes with little faces each wearing full makeup
How can I eat these,he muttered.They seem like human beings… they look quite charming.His head fell back and he began to snore loudly
Dora was happy enough watching canoes go by carrying people along the promenade and into the old town.What a dear place Cromer is,she thought,as the lifeboat passed the cafe window full of terrified people..What a dear old place to live in.Why would anyone want to live inland?
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Satan’s holiday part 2
Did you enjoy seeing that?Stan asked naughtily
Not much.~I prefer your flame haired mistress with her perfume of Araby.
So you can smell then?
Oh,yes,said the devil.Sure I can.
So Stan started the car and off they went;all the lights were green and not a single police car was on duty.
Soon they reached Upper Sheringham.The people here are very long lived.
I know it’s the best place to live….
then they turned down the old High Street and parked by a gambolling shop.
Now what?
Will the sea cheer up a sad old devil?We must await the piece of the story with interest and patience.
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Not much.~I prefer your flame haired mistress with her perfume of Araby.
So you can smell then?
Oh,yes,said the devil.Sure I can.
So Stan started the car and off they went;all the lights were green and not a single police car was on duty.
Soon they reached Upper Sheringham.The people here are very long lived.
I know it’s the best place to live….
then they turned down the old High Street and parked by a gambolling shop.
Now what?
Will the sea cheer up a sad old devil?We must await the piece of the story with interest and patience.
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merrymaryminds@hot.com
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To detect others’ motives takes skill
A doctor detected my ills,
Invisible apart from my gills.
Yes,I am a fish
But not in a dish.
I swim in the pond as I will.
To detect others’ motives takes skill.
We can practise till the cow’s grown a bill
But if we don’t have the genes,
Then however we scheme,
We shall never quite master the drill.
We may believe that we are A1
And all our humility’s gone.
But self observation
Is often mistaken
And of virtue and skill we have none.
We need other people as mirrors
To reflect us and show us our errors
We must not be too hurt
When a friend may just blurt
“Your rhymes fill my mind with stunned terror.”
But to be a detective is good
As some folk have minds made of wood
We need to guess their intention
When rudely they mention
A flaw which noone else would
Ii;
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Definition of detect in English
detect
Pronunciation: /dɪˈtɛkt/
VERB
[WITH OBJECT]
1Discover or identify the presence or existence of:cancer may soon be detected in its earliest stages
More example sentences
- As soon as the immune system detects the presence of a pathogen it mounts a response to kill it, which is highly successful in most cases in healthy people.
- In truth, she had thought that they would have detected each other’s presence sooner.
- If he detects the presence of drugs on someone we could then go ahead and search them.
1.1Discern (something intangible or barely perceptible):Paul detected a faint note of weariness in his father’s voice
More example sentences
- Mr Hutchence says staff first detected a faint smell the day before – but on Wednesday it was much stronger.
- I could barely detect the horseradish in the creamy bed of mashed potato, a more generous grating would have perked it up.
- She fancied for a moment that she could detect the faint rusty smell of hot steel.
Origin
Late Middle English: from Latin detect- ‘uncovered’, from the verb detegere, from de-(expressing reversal) + tegere ‘to cover’. The original senses were ‘uncover, expose’ and ‘give someone away’, later ‘expose the real or hidden nature of’; hence the current (partly influenced by detective).
Words that rhyme with detect
affect, bisect, bull-necked, collect, confect, connect, correct, defect, deflect, deject, direct, effect, eject, elect, erect, expect, infect, inflect, inject, inspect, interconnect, interject, intersect, misdirect, neglect, object, perfect, project, prospect, protect, reflect, reject, respect, resurrect, sect, select, subject, suspect, transect, unchecked, Utrecht
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Love and hate
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In love with
My daughter’s in love with a tree,
It’s a most wonderful vision to see.
She hugs it all night
In the glowing moonlight.
But what will their joint offspring be?
My sister’s in love with a book
She gives it lon soulful looks.
She takes it to bed
I think it’s so sad.
If she conceives it will be by a fluke
My niece is in love with an Earl
She thought she’d give aristocracy a whirl.
They dance and they kiss,
O what utter bliss!
It’s enough to make the straightest hair curl.
My neighbour has love on his mind
He’s ancient,but he’s handome and kind.
He showed interest in me
But I’m in love with a bee.
So I ‘ll have to see who-em I can find.
My friend loves a famed politician.
You’d know him,you definitely can’t miss him!..
He’s on the T.V.
He’s a P.M. to be.
She’d be far better off with a tree.
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The wind blows soft
The wind blows soft on my bare arms
I ride through deep green woods.
These simple pleasures all I love,
Air on my skin feel good.
The wind shakes leaves for sidelong sun
To make her pictures from.
So much,so rich the offerings
This is my senses’ realm.
Alone in woods, I plight my troth
To earth and gods thereof.
I sing my own sweet melodies,
To solitude and love.
Far from the maddening crowds of folk,
I hear earth’s own true songs.
And then refreshed by woodland charms,
I feel at peace from wrongs
Inside my heart,there is a wood,
And there I shall now dwell.
And so I’ll solve the mystery,
Of how I may live well .
Each wood has its unique birds
On tree tops in sunlight.
And each wood has its special song,
And each wood has its sights.
I shall accept the mysteries
Of who has made my wood;
And how we are all joined bodily,
All sharing this green blood.
Deep down we go into our hearts,
To find out who we are.
Just at the deepest,quietest parts
We find all beings there.
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The sweetness of the fruit of love
I have a piece of apple wood
I have my whittling knife.
I want to make a gift for you,
The best gift of your life.
I have my whittling knife.
I want to make a gift for you,
The best gift of your life.
Apple wood is sweet and sound
The tree grew here by me.
I chose the best part I could find
For the virtue of the tree.
The tree grew here by me.
I chose the best part I could find
For the virtue of the tree.
Apple wood is a rare gift
We must make something whole,
For if you touch my apple wood
You can feel its soul.
The sweetness of the fruit of love
Is there within the wood.
So all who touch the apple here
Will be moved to good.
What knowledge did the tree conceal
That Eden was destroyed?
Was this a good metaphor?
Should it have been employed?
Sweet apples fall at random now
As autumn time has come.
And many Newton’s, all unknown,
Shall learn from every one.
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Tears well up and wet my eyes
Photo by mike flemming copyright
In the land which dreams dwell in
where love and hate and life begin;
where swiftly the deep rivers flow
from those lost lands of long ago.
I wander through wild poppy fields
Underfoot the dark earth yields….
I see the flowering fruit trees start
Their blossoms gather round my heart…
I hear the sparrows sing with joy
And bees their busy wings employ.
In those lost lands I saw your face
And I longed for your embrace.
Are you real,am I deceived?
From this earth we all must leave.
Earth to earth and ash to ash
Glory,pride and boasting pass.
Leave me soon,my dearest one
For I,too, will be called on.
All love lasts and truth is real
Keep to that and our ideals..
Earth to earth, we rest in clay
We must give all self away
Softly on this earth we roam
Seeking still a love and home,
for until the very end
Love and kindness may descend.
Soft as wings of butterflies
Tears well up and wet my eyes.
My heart has melted into yours
Thus we grow and die like flowerd
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Mary tries to buy a corset
I am going shopping today,Mary informed Stan.I have decided to buy a corset.I am too fat.
I hope it’s not a whalebone corset,Stan teased her.
Are they still allowed to use the bones of whales? she asked.One whale must have massive bones.Why not use dog’s bones?
Well,Stan said,you may be plump but don’t torture yourself for beauty.I love you sweetheart.
Mary got onto her bicycle and rode into town passing some lovely magnolias and forsythia.She locked her bike to the church gate as sinners cannot be trusted especially just after Confession.
Hello,I’m looking for a whalebone corset,she informed the lady in the lingerie department.
What!We don’t have them any more.They ran out of baleen which is horny material in a whale’s mouth.
Was it their teeth ,asked Mary tremulously.
Eeh,I don’t know said the assistant.Anyway,now we have shapewear.It looks like underwear but it’s elasticated.So it keeps your curves in like those minimiser brad
Mary burst out laughing as she imagined wearing an elasticated vest which would push all her fat up round her neck or down onto her bum .Or an elasticated pair of knickers which push the fat upwards. onto her abdomenAnd furthermore,how easy would it be to get them down in the bathroom? Worse still,if Stan took her to a restaurant and she could not pull them down for a wee…should she take some scissors?
Mary stopped laughing when she saw all the staff staring at her,
Are you alright,madam? one asked rather ferociously.
Yes, it’s my dwindling hormones.They make me laugh hysterically from time to time.It’s better than getting those hot flushes,in my view.
Why not have HRT? the lady replied.
Excuse me,said Mary,but I do not wish to discuss my health matters in public but thank you for your concern.She was rather pleased with that having just read
“A woman’s guide to compassionate self assertion.”
Although she did wonder why it was addressed only to women.Emile agreed when she discussed over milk and cat niblets which Mary had to eat when she ran out of food.
As Mary stood in the Shapewear department she remembered the time she tried on some denim jeggings as they seemed to be in fashion.They looked very nice but she had such a hard time getting them off she thought she would have to buy them and cut them off at home.
So all of a sudden she picked up her Mondrian pvc shopping bag and her green handbag and ran out of the door into the button and wool department.
My,you look hot, her friend Gail said.I am buying some merino wool for neckwarmers.Do you ever knit nowadays,Mary?
Only with whales bones,she murmured.And it’s so hard to find them now.
Well whales must still have bones,dear,otherwise they would collapse.
Surely you don’t expect me to catch my own whale.Mary cried.
And how about Jonah?Suppose I find a prophet inside the whale?
That could be just who we need,Gail said.Someone who can tell us what God wants us to do.
Would people listen,Mary asked Gail.
Only if he went on Twitter I suppose.
Could Donald Crump be a prophet? Mary muttered
No,he’s too big for a whale to swallow even if the common people swallow his nonsense.He sounds as if he’d like to treat women the way they do in some countries like Saudi Arabia.40 lashes for taking the morning after pill.
It could be hard to have,”the night before” in a place like that.
The two women gazed blankly in front of them trying to remember their youth and their mad love affairs.
Let’s go to the Cricketer’s and have a drink Gail said.
I’d rather have coffee,Mary replied.So off they went arm in arm humming
“I believe in angels “very loudly to frighten off any evil spirits from the lingerie department.We know the Devil loves bras and suspender belts with lace trimmings as he is in fact the god Pan who was a goatherd with a horn on which he played his music to tempt the weak;some even say he was half goat half human but we never did that in the maths department.
We only studied shapes and forms and symmetry.Well,I know it sounds suggestive but we only dealt with it in an abstracted manner.That’s why you see mathematicians with all sorts of undies hanging off them as it’s the geometry they need to learn and how better than on a field trip to a department store. Anthropologists go to Samoa and mathematicians go to Sex and Undie shops.They have no choice.They need to see those conical bras.Conic sections!My eye!
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Astonishing that we should live at all.
To fulminate against the hands of fate
To vent our anger on beloved friends
Will not repair our ills and our mistakes
But may bring friendships to a bitter end.
For who are we to know what is the best?
Who are we to choose when loved ones die?
And do not think this is a needed test.
As if on us God wastes his time to spy.
Once we were a joining of two cells
The lively sperm, a salmon riding high.
The egg awaiting without need for bells
Is fertilised and grows that which shall die.
Astonishing that we should live at all.
Unsurprising, that a loved one falls.
How my heart sings 