Sunday 21 August 2016

A little idea

that I'm pleased with.

I have a lot of toys left over from my own childhood,
my mother's nursery school
and my own children.

Some of them have seen better days, 
and are mostly without their original packing.
I have a goodly supply of small boxes and so until recently
was happy enough just to decant and store into those.

But with lids on, these were not very helpful to little B 
who likes to choose toys and put them away herself on the shelf.

So I photocopied the contents

directly on the photocopier bed

and stuck the startlingly 3D image

onto each of the lids.

I'm going to do the same with Lego.
I sorted that years before I knew there'd be anyone else
playing with it, so it's all complete with instructions 
but there are hardly any original boxes.

It was such fun that I am casting round for other things to photocopy.
Food perhaps?
Art equipment?

Tuesday 16 August 2016


 A Dead Mole - Andrew Young

Strong - shouldered mole,
That so much lived below the ground,
Dug, fought and loved, hunted and fed,
For you to raise a mound
Was as for us to make a hole;
What wonder now that being dead
Your body lies here stout and square
Buried within the blue vault of the air?

On a happier and more topical note for August, 
Mole's thoughts on returning home after travelling Abroad:

He saw clearly how plain and simple - how narrow, even - it all was;
but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him,
and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence.
He did not at all want to abandon the new life
and its splendid spaces,
to turn his back on the sun and air
and all they offered him and creep home and stay there;
the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still,
even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage.
But it was good to think he had this to come back to,
this place which was all his own,
these things which were so glad to see him again
and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.

From the chapter Dulce Domum - Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

Sunday 7 August 2016

Seeing red

Oh my goodness.
This is a trial of one's patience.

I have now managed to copy someone else's last, precious, 
but now unsupported, version of iPhoto
onto my computer in a bid to be rid of Photos.
And Hallelujah
it has let me upload from my phone to the computer
and now to upload from the computer to the blog
but not quickly.
Oh no. That would be asking too much.
We must wait and twiddle our thumbs
 long enough for the moon to rise and darkness to fall.

Tuesday 2 August 2016

Woe, woe and thrice woe

I would love to be posting more frequently.
The 'upgrade' continues to cast a pall over all my endeavours.
The latest blip being that I can no longer upload photos
from my camera to Photos.
It has locked itself into a permanent state called Closing the Library.
I am therefore obliged to hover on the fringes of Support Communities
and forums
looking for someone speaking in a language that I understand.

Here are three photos which snuck in under the wire.

How lovely to be oblivious
to the woes of the world.