Saturday, November 05, 2005

Blogger and a half? Half a blogger, more like!

Yep! That's what I am!Thanks to DIBO in Columbia (Sorry Dibo! You are in Venezuela...Please forgive this old biddy the strange lapse in memory!...Thank you in advance!!!!)for reminding me through Françoise that I exist also in this dimension!(Hi Dibo if you do read this...but I wouldn't blame you for losing interest!). I am not particularly unwell...just busy...In fact yesterday, I wrote a very witty post, -and long at that! and promptly lost it when I had a call on SKYPE which lead me to get out of Blogger too fast, without doing the necessary to save my writing... Pity 'cause it was good! Did try to recover, to no avail...

Still, let me try and recap... Mark you, a piece of writing is never quite the same thing the second time around, as I'm sure all of you know.

Anyway! I am back from Paris, more exactly from a "Gîte" in the countryside just outside Chantilly. It was idyllic: at the edge of a wood where the deer could be heard lowing (?) and the wild boars boaring (?). On the other side was a field of thyme (I know! That's weird!). The weather was so good that the night sky was exactly as it is meant to be: you could see all the stars, the moon, very large on the horizon, and lots of planes and sputniks flying around.

I often wish that I knew all about the constellations up above...But then, I never bother learning them because, if you think in 3D none of the dot-to-dot must make sense: you have just flattened infinite space and reduced it to a 2D interpretation...Is that right? The other resaon I am still reluctant to learn about the night sky is that when we lived in Zimbabwe, it was all very different... and that really freaked me out...almost as much as water swirling round the plug holes in the opposite direction! In Harare, some nights we used to lie down on some huge stone boulders which were still warm from the sun, and it was as if we could touch the sky , so clear and unpolluted was the air...Mike and I had some of our most serious discussions there, under the stars ( he was not a romantic...)

Which reminds me: my mate Charles, the pilot, aprrenticed aerobatisist (!), who also plays the piano in our three piece jazz band (hmm, hmm, a bit pretentious calling Voice+ Saxophone + Piano a band...but there you go!), anyway, Charles thought that he and I had had a "blazing" row...Now, that did surprise me, because I just don't do rows, any more...-I have enough row T-shirt to fill all the Ikea wardrobes in the world!...- I do recall making what I thought was a joky comment about his commitment to aerobatics theory over band practice (weird sentence, for sure).That must have gone pretty wrong, really. Talking about it with Paul to-day, he said that I don't do sarcasm properly...That's not surprising, because I'm not a sarcastic type, see? On the rare occasions when I venture that way, he reckons I am "deadly"...Phfooo! I don't mean to be! I'll just have to watch what I say and how I say it. No more teacherish and forceful for me, no Siree! I'll keep you posted of my progress...

Whatever the constellations above your head may be, I send you greetings of Peace, and of absolutely-no-sarcasm-whatsoever: may your nights be starlit, and your days free of rows,

Love,

Jocelyne

3 Comments:

Blogger paul said...

Hurray! More blogs please :)

1:00 pm  
Blogger torfeida said...

"boaring" - LOL :)

7:17 am  
Blogger torfeida said...

Just thought about it, would boars be grunting? Like pigs do?

7:18 am  

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