give me the world

Obit.

Leila Hadley died 15 Feb 2009 at 83. Author of "Give me the world" and other travel books. Great great great great great granddaughter of James Boswell. She was a glamour.

run ,girl, run!

asleep on papa

edible chicken rice

tiny food critic eaten by bear!

summer dresses

I got to see my girl last weekend. Took her shopping for some clothes. While taking the cloths off the racks, my girl kept telling me which of the dresses were not her size. "Too big, papa....its too small, papa..."Her guesstimation was much better than mine. I need glasses.

She looks like a little angel in a sun dress, so I it would be nice to have her wear such. However I have a sneaking feeling that her mother has been keeping the nicer dresses in the closet. tfc keeps telling me she can't find her tube dress (probably her favourite- I think she is trying to get me to buy another one...every time I get to see tfc, she tells me this.)

word of the day

Cwm.

As in "the hidden valley, the Western Cwm was an essential part of the approach from the southern face of Mt. Everest by John Hunt."

Not to be confused with "quim".

odd

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Notre dame de paris

bw

Ok I post something else which is totally off -topic. test test....

trials and travails of a terrible marriage

Didn't get a chance to see my girl late week, despite the usual begging and grovelling. Right now I am thinking it would be better to just give up on trying to be a father for my poor girl. I have come to believe there is evil in this world, and unfortunately , my girl has a mother who doesn't seem to understand any of the basics of being human.

Don't mean to rant.

music calms the tfc

Having gotten a new radio installed the car, I tested it out on tfc. "Hang on girl, papa's gonna put on some music..."

Lo and behold, she was stoned, with a blank look on the face, staring at the roof lining of the car. For one moment I was a little worried (mayhaps there were magic mushrooms in the chicken katsu she had for lunch?). Then it struck me.... I had the same look listening to music when I was much younger. Blood runs thick, I guess.

Anyway, some photos now. Proud papa profusely posts processed photos...


Big Glass


Ice cream meditation


Spin spin spin


Glamour babe. Looks a bit like Godzilla here but she's still my babe.

other oddball stuff

self-explanatory

summer stars

Tiny Food Critic ratings



One star. "No good. Get me out of here!"

Two stars. "My dad can't choose restaurants"

Three stars. "You're getting warm.."

Four stars. "Now you're talking.."

tiny food critic

Tiny food critic turns restaurant menu upside down....



Told you.

Stories for my summer - around the world

Once upon a time. Lord Siva and his consort, the Lady Parvathi had two sons. Lord Ganesan stout and strong and Lord Murugan, proud and quick. The parents had a fruit, very precious. (Don't worry, this story got no snakes. Elephant, got. Peacock got. But no snakes)

Anyhow, both the boys wanted the fruit. And boys being boys, they wouldn't or couldn't share. So how? The father Lord Siva, " All right boy. Winner takes all. Both of you, race around the world. The winner gets to take and eat the prize."

Lord Mrugan immediately sets off, confident that as a peacock , he would win. After all his brother was strong as an elephant , but slow. How could he lose?

Ganesh sits down. How to win? He didn;'t want to trot around the wolrd. Not an elephant thing to do. My parents want me to go around the world but do they actually? And what is the world actually but a construct, an illusion??

"Papa, Mama please stand together".

Lord Ganesh then goes in a circle ambulating around his parents. "Papa, mama, you are my world. And I have gone around my world!"

Moral :The world is as big or as small as you want it to be. And with a bit lof love and imagination everything is possible.