My dear Globet at her tender young age has an enviable practical ability to understand human nature and provide sage comment and advice.
Surprising really when you consider the load of philosophical rubbish she inherited from me, and to which she recently drew my attention;
"A quiet rum and coke on the beach will cure anything that ails you except the common cold, which can be cured with a handful of zinc tablets"
She apparently made these observation following years of family excursions to Newell Beach.
Sadly, her research is now somewhat dated since, in her mid teens, she unilaterally declared that "Newell Beach is full of old farts" and thereafter refused to accompany even the two old farts who spawned her.
There is however nothing more liberating for me than sitting on a beach watching the full moon emerge from the ocean to illuminate windows of stars beyond a curtain of cirrus.
It almost makes one feel poetic.
It certainly makes one feel very small indeed in the context of everything out there.
With the assistance of a little fermented nectar-of-sugar the eyes can see beyond the stars and the consciousness is freed to voyage to imagined cosmic destinations, or plumb the depths of the mind.
Earthly problems dissolve.
You become one with the universe.
It seemed that way for me last week.
Returning to my accommodation unit, even the microwave seemed to be sharing the happiness of the moment.
"With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world."
(Desiderata)
Just a very quick message to say a huge happy christmas to all the lovely Voxers who have dropped by since last christmas. May your day be happy, your turkey be salmonella free, your dog not get hold of the sprouts and smoke you out of your house and your inlaws be a minimum of 500 miles away. It's christmas eve and I've been on the crimbo wine for some time now so......
Happy christmas everyone!
Have a great day!
Taken by and posted by Doug.
You really ought to click over and see all the photos. I promise you smiles!
To all my friends, readers, subscribers, occasional visitors, supporters, critics, wherever you are around the world, may you all have a Pickwickian Xmas full of good company, good food, and good cheer. May you receive a warm and cordial reception, wherever you go - and may the very servants grin with pleasure at the sight of you; may the hot elder wine, well qualified with brandy and spice, go round and round and round again; and may there be not too many mince pies left for the fat boy the next day. Oh, and may your sleep be sound, and the dreams be pleasant, on the evening of Xmas Day.
My daughter sent to me .... flowers in a ceramic pot!
The flowers arrived just at the right time to save Mr FD. I was instructing him to go out in the rain and finish mowing the front lawn. He was able to make a lucky escape as I told the Flower Delivery Guy that I loved him!
I share my flowers with all those people who can't make it to their Chrstmas destinations due to weather, illness, poverty, or wisdom! Enjoy.
Thank you, Daughter 2. It doesn't get you out of helping with the domestic duties when you arrive though!
May I wish all my Vox friends a Very Merry Christmas, and Best Wishes for the New Year.
Your company during the past year is sincerely appreciated.
22:13 Elvis Costello's Spectacle with Levon Helm premiers this week. #
22:14 Good night you Princes of Maine, you Kings of New England.... #
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