Bagatelle
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The clouds have no intention of giving up so easily! After a bright moon night, the morning is all shades of gray. The weather bureau though says next few days are going to be bright and sunny after this fog/cloud dissipates. The fight between day and night continues on Earth as in the mind.
God has a great canvas for painting pretty pictures. Everyone is heaving a sigh of relief with the cessation of rain after three days. We have a lake which became brim full and the dams had to be opened after a gap of ten years to let out the water. Nature’s liquid ire can be as devastating as Fire and brimstone.
Third day goes by without the Sun coming out. I jinxed it. Man proposes and God disposes thus!
Day Three of 3650-September 23, 2018
It’s still raining. Clouds have shut out the sun. Wish we had a similar means to shut up our loquacious leaders.
Life is not so tough for people who read fiction. There is another world waiting for us always to escape to. I truly live inside books and my television set. We book readers are Walter Mittys of the world. At present the book in my hand is The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. Earlier it was the Woman in the Window. These are all voyeuristic books and popular because we all love to gaze into other people’s lives. They are the modern versions of Hitchcock’s Rear Window. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rear_Window
Right now on television I am hooked to Six Feet Under, CNN’s alleged fake news together with the web news of the LA Times, New York Times and BBC. I also watch TV5Monde trying to improve my French of which I have 3 levels from Alliance Francaise. I watch French movies with English or French subtitles hoping some french will seep into my brain.
I don’t write about our government because the few times I have, I have received threatening phone calls. Ask any journalist freedom of the press is in an abyss. This is an outcome of lackey government spokespeople like Sarah Huckabee Sanders and others of my country whom I don’t have the guts to mention. This government will sink in the coming elections for precisely this high handedness in dealing with commentators and inquisitors. It does not appreciate feedback. Autocratic is my word for it. There are too many negative Yes Minister kinds thriving and abounding. The poor are unhappy claiming rising prices while the government claims inflation is at an historical low. It is very difficult to find the truth here.
Day Two of 3650-September 22, Saturday
ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST
This is typical of life. The Sun could not come out today. It is hidden behind a thick layer of black clouds and it has been raining heavily since four in the morning. The sound of incessant rain is scary. It is falling in sheets. Nature can wreak devastation anywhere if it makes up its mind to do so. Growing older I have lost the fondness for weekends! Normal days one has ATMs to visit, regular TV serials to watch and a little bit of day trading in the stock market keeps the day alive. Saturdays are dreary. I can open a bottle of rum or whisky and get uproariously drunk but the wife might raise some hell at that. There was a time one looked forward to Saturdays. Friends came over, alas now my friends have moved to different cities and different nations. I am not the kind who can make new friends.
Last evening there were beautiful clouds and a shiny moon. Todays picture or pictures will make up for the sun.
A certain hum of anxiety hovers above our(senior citizens) lives! It is the sad burden of the world one cannot help while it is being ground under rough shod boots. The crunch of gravel as villains tread around us ominously becomes louder and louder. Who can we appeal to? Only an Unknown God or our mental stability. It is like being sane in a roomful of psychotics. Only God can help. Only prayers can save us.
I look at the moon and marvel at the gravitational and orbital magic that keeps it suspended up there.
Day one of 3650
A year is a long time. So many things happen in one year. Although the year ends so fast, it leaves its scars. It is a long journey; a year. The funerals, the birthdays and the marriages one attends or diplomatically avoids, it is a journey of tightrope walking. Keeping oneself as charged as ones mobile phone is a stupendous task.
News has become all pervasive. I would love to be a Mormon without a TV but alas I’m hooked, line and sinker! I can’t avoid being affected by storms, murders, presidential buffoonery, economic collapses, share market roller coaster rides and neighbourly inquisitiveness. Travelling has become a means of escape as a retired person from the mundane. Being mindful of our surroundings and of our breath has become so chic and I am trying to adapt to it.
Today the Sun is so angry and bright and has come out with extreme purpose. It is the 21st of September and surprisingly cool in the morning. Winter is almost a month early. The temperature is already below 30 Celsius at 27, the minimum last night was 24. The maximum is going to be near 32. It is going to be the festival season in India now culminating in our Christmas which is Diwali and it is on November 7th this year. It changes every year because our religious holidays follow the lunar calendar which waxes and wanes.
Ten years of fresh sunrises is going to be a tremendous journey, let’s see!
I am lucky to live in an apartment which faces East and I am able to see a beautiful sunrise everymorning. I am almost 68 years old. I expect optimistically to live for another ten years. That is 3650 days. I am sure I will try to capture the best of these 3650 sunrises and present them to you.
Walking towards me but disappeared when it came near the lampost!
Reef Fanning the flip flops with a bottle opener
This equals rocket technology. A flip-flop with a bottle opener. No need to chip your molars or cuspids. Just take off your flip-flop on the beach and open the beer bottle of your liking with this Reef Fanning creation. The bottle opener is in the sole conveniently located in a niche.
This is the hottest accoutrement for a walk on the beach.
You can buy one here:-
Etiliyle © - la poesia in una fotografia ™
[Musings on Cultural History ~ Clothing, chiefly]
