Life in the Village

While Old Man Winter drives the elders deeper in their dwellings, huddling round the hearth, the children of the village enjoy a playful moment in the pristine cold.

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Sir Edmund Sillary on the summit of Mt. Goofball!

 

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What a cutie pie!
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Squeeze, Pulling Muscles (From the Shell)

I heard all these Squeeze songs from the same album and fell immediately in love with the band and their music!

They do it down on Camber Sands

They do it at Waikiki

Lazing about the beach all day,

At night the crickets creepy

 

Squinting faces at the sky

A Harold Robbins paperback

Surfers drop their boards and dry

And everybody wants a hat

 

But behind the chalet

My holiday’s complete

And I feel like William Tell

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from a shell

Pulling mussels from a shell

 

Shrinking in the sea so cold

Topless ladies look away

A he-man in a sudden shower

Shelters from the rain

 

You wish you had a motor boat

To pose around the harbor bar

And when the sun goes off to bed

You hook it up behind the car

 

But behind the chalet

My holiday’s complete

And I feel like William Tell

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from a shell

Pulling mussels from a shell

 

Two fat ladies window shop

Something for the mantelpiece

In for bingo all the nines

A panda for sweet little niece

 

The coach drivers stand about

Looking at a local map

About the boy who’s gone away

Down to next door’s caravan

 

But behind the chalet

My holiday’s complete

And I feel like William Tell

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from a shell

Pulling mussels from a shell

 

But behind the chalet

My holiday’s complete

And I feel like William Tell

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from a shell

Pulling mussels from a shell

 

Written by Christopher Henry Difford, Glenn Martin Tilbrook • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

Hello Kitty Gets Fixed

By Jim Noonan

Seals and Croft’s Diamond Girl played on YouTube while he worked. Repairing. Always repairing things. People. Whatever needed it.

And today, H. Kitty was fixed, having lost her cotton candy ball some weeks before Christmas in a friendly tug of war with her brother. A while ago, he knows. Shop hours vary.

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He had answered the pleaded can you fix her? with, yes, of course. Of course

He took it to his shop. and it seemed a simple job: just attach the puff to the flanged end of the stick…

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… so he just put Ms. Kitty on a shelf for a while.

Shop hours and attention vary.

When he finally did start to work on it, he wasted nearly an hour in failed attempts to fix it, realizing he had the cotton candy inside out!

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*literal face-palm*

Once it was right side in, Hello Kitty was fixed in a jiffy!

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And she’s waiting downstairs on the girl’s desk wearing the party hat she bought at the Dollar Tree with her Christmas money!

I’d post a picture of that but she, on advice of counsel, is refusing to sign the Consent to Use forms. Sorry!

Happy Birthday

He is a hundred years old by common reckoning, way beyond his prime. Still he soldiers on, lifted and buffeted by the winds of various fortune. Some good. Some bad. Being so long in the tooth has given him an enhanced and different perspective, he thinks, as only age can.

Only in his dotage did his dreams bring him to this. His dreams and the government’s. The implanting of desire. Any and all desire, for the asking. The chip cost 57 credits and was yours to keep, implant and enjoy for as long as it lasted, typically a day, 24 hours.

A chips was the size and shape of a thumbnail, but flat black on one side, gleaming gold on the other, the contact surface. Pressed against the neck by the palm until the “rush” set in, the hard-coded story or  dream pumping through his cerebral cortex, vivid to his eyes.

Dreams of JFK. Searching back for a presumed more “innocent” time in history. But of course no time in history was ever truly innocent. Still it felt innocent to him and that’s all that mattered – 19 May 1962.

I don’t necessarily agree with everything said in this story from The Guardian, but it has the basic chronology right and that video is still striking today.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/03/happy-birthday-mr-president-the-story-of-marilyn-monroe-and-that-dress

And…

Like a bell calling across the waters.


 

Our life together is so precious together,

We have grown – we have grown,

Although our love is still special,

Let’s take our chance and fly away

Somewhere alone

 

It’s been so long since we took the time,

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Every day we used to make it love,

Why can’t we be making love nice and easy

It’s time to spread our wings and fly

Don’t let another day go by my love

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Why don’t we take off alone

Take a trip somewhere far, far away

We’ll be together all alone again

Like we used to in the early days

Well, well, darling,

 

It’s been so long since we took the time

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Our life together

Is so precious together

We have grown – we have grown

Although our love

Is still special

Starting over

 

Let’s take a chance and fly away somewhere alone