still-life. "I bring my puppy to lunch"

bubbles

Surprise!! Mama allowed Papa to bring you out on Saturday AND Sunday last weekend. Its like the Brook­haven National Laboratory on Long Island who discovered that they may have broken a law of nature ( for a millionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second. Reeally.)

So Papa bring you out to see the hot air balloons at Putrajaya. On Saturday , you declare that "Papa is a super-hero..." Probably Deadpool. Papa thinks. But its pretty nice to be called a superhero, nonetheless.

No luck on Saturday, wind conditions do not permit the balloons to fly/float/whatever.

Papa brings you again on Sunday. This time you up the stakes.

S: "Jesus is better than Daddy..."
P: (how to compete?? better keep quiet)
S: reconsiders for 10 seconds...
S: "No....Daddy, you are better than Jesus..." (smiles)
P: (wow. really better keep quiet....)

That is probably the high-water mark for Papa.


bubbles in the sun.


My ring of power.

Papa loves you....

class boo boo

Well you had your first lesson last week. Didn't work out though, you were too nervous. So much so you couldn't continue in class. So Papa took you out, ten minutes into the class.

P: What happened? You don't like it? We can cancel the classes then....
S: I want!!...But I'm scared...

Hmmm...

Anyway, Papa has got some pictures of you looking a bit scared and lost in class.

Papa didn't take you to class yesterday, because Mama has gone nutso again...

Ho hummm....

Papa has been busy the last few weeks.

On a sidenote-Papa had his hands full driving /testdriving one Mitsu Airtrek and one Bee Eem 1 series. Chalk and cheese, they kinda remind Papa that he needs to pop you into a go-kart.

Also Papa needs to face up in some manner, to competitors , who seem to be from the state royal court, and various (ahem...) cronies of the state government. Perhaps Papa shall have to prospect in areas where no work has been done before, (either by the British geologists of yore, or the JMG people at present).

Papa misses you.