Friday 27 January 2017
Young People grow up more beautiful and their parents grow older and dull and repetitious. Unfortunately, as the leader of all the cats in the world said..."Our war on string may be unwinnable." Things are as they should be. Happy New Year. And, yes, Madonna, who always wanted to be disgusting, well, now, yes, she is.
Mrs Fitzpatrick attending to preparations for Chinese New Year...So intricate...and so important...ten ingredients in the salad as ten is important, it is a number of completion...no chicken as its not good on New Years Eve, fish is good. Prawns, sure, pork, absolutely, but not chicken. I learn slowly. the fish is barramundi from local chinese seafood market...fresh from either australia or thailand who grow very good barramundi these days... the salad is bamboo root, fungus, celery and 7 other things. Later on Mrs Fitz will make dumplings for midnight as the shape of dumplings indicate the shape of traditional chinese gold ingots, thus attracting good fortune. Learning as I go. Amazing. I am a fortunate man through no good deeds of my own that spring to mind. So, I am appreciative indeed.
All in all, I am appreciative of my life, of having life etc but I do cower away from the notion of somehow being grateful for life. What kind of sycophant wanker does that? We should give a nod to what we appreciate, I think, but we shouldn't just go overboard about it all. After all, life isn't everything.
Beautiful afternoon here. Sun on the green leaves in the trees in the yard, moderate climate, hot sun, cool shade. It has been said that Nature should really design the world as people design the best golf courses, and I agree...except, it should be the best backyards.This one is lovely. One doesn't have to own a golf course, nor a back yard. The important thing is occupying it for awhile and smelling the sunshine that only falls in that yard in particular.
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