The
woman reading the TV news isn’t wearing anything. Well, she has a neck, a bit
of a glittery band down her front and short sleeves made from see-through grey
netting. Whatever would Lord Reith have made of this? It must be the cuts. You
need more cloth and more money to make evening dress for men than for women.
* * *
The
U.S.A. is running out of pharmaceuticals for executing people. A Russian
fishing vessel has been holed by ice in the Antarctic. A report suggests
British police might use live ammunition to stop arsonists (if people riot again).
It might be a frosty Christmas.
* * *
The leaves on my
blackcurrant bush curled before they dropped. Come next year, I suspect it will
be attacked by grubs which were constructing their winter homes there.
(Sawfly?)
* * *
I’ve collected more
baycorns than in any other year - not that I know what to do with them! Three
blackbirds in our garden spend an astonishing amount of time chasing each other
up and down along the garden wall. They don’t seem to be aggressive. Are they
having fun?
* * *
Exports
are falling in Japan. The price of rice is going up in Thailand because floods destroyed
crops. Demand for Sri Lankan tea is going down so the price is too - despite a
poor crop yield. A good harvest in India means food there is getting cheaper.
Police have raided Olympus’s HQ. A robin has found the seed I put beside the
fern on the chimney pot.
* * *
Although it has rained a
lot recently, strong winds seem to have dried the drops as they fell. Some
ground is soggy. Some is dry. Clouds have picked out random flower pots to
water while missing others. It’s confusing.
I shouldn’t have
bothered with violas. Hardly any are flowering.
* * *
All my parcels are
posted. Cards too. I’m horribly behind with reading the papers friends have written
and sent to me for comment. I’m looking forward to Christmas Eve. That’s when
I’ll catch up and read them. By then, all things busy will either be done - or
not.
* * *
David
Cameron is visiting Afghanistan. A disconcerting number of families in Denver
are being made homeless because breadwinners are loosing their jobs.
* * *
The
under-dressed news-reader has gone for her tea-break (or to do whatever TV
presenters do during sports reports).
* * *
Chickens
in Hong Kong will be slaughtered because two had bird flu.
With any luck, frost will
kill sawfly the blackbirds leave. (If they are eating any!)
I wish I weren’t hoping for
the demise of fellow beings.
* * *
My news.
The world’s news.
My little world.
The big world out
there.
I’m glad my world is
a little one.
To be trivial . . .
it’s a privilege, a luxury.
We’ll have a happy
Christmas - and hope you will too.
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8 comments:
Good harvest in India. A little light in the gloom.
Happy Christmas Esther!
How can a gardener not take sides? Being the referee between the plants and the critters is part of the job description. Don't think of it as wishing for the demise of the sawflies, think of it as wishing good fortune to those things that eat sawflies. Have a Merry Christmas!
I really liked this Esther. The bits of internation news, interspersed with the common/mundane at-home-ness of it all made me feel as if we were sitting next to each other, on the same couch.
And aren't we?
Pearl
Also means more robust health for the plants the sawflies would damage.
U.S. Good News: hundreds of lay-away charge accounts have been paid off by a number of people acting as phantoms whom we are calling Christmas Angels. The movement is spreading across the country, whereby, good Samaritan actions are happening. People are going to the stores to say they cannot pay their bills to get the clothes and toys meant for Christmas, only to discover they have been paid by a stranger leaving only a small amount due. Last night on TV news a woman and her little girl broke into sobs (once she was convinced) to learn she owed only $1.16. She will never know who paid it. Through her sobs she said she didn't know how she could have paid anything, because "?" was sick, and the car had broken down. She said it was a miracle. This is happening many places and spreading. These are beautiful, Christmas spirit stories.
And, may you and yours, plus all your readers, have pleasant holidays of all descriptions and purposes.
Now, gifts are wrapped and packed, so back to the laundry underway.
I had never before appreciated the luxury of being trivial. Thanks you. And a Happy Christmas to one and all.
I am glad my world is a little one too. I am trying to make it smaller, and simpler all the time. Have a wonderful Christmas dear Esther. So happy to be your blogging friend. xx
Turn off the TV, throw away the radio, never again buy a newspaper. It's right to be concerned when disaster falls in some distant country, but my neck is slowly becoming like that of an ostrich, and I have no shortage of sand.
Lovely post Esther and lovely comment by Cro. P gets very down with it all and I do a very good ostrich impersonation. Enjoy the Festive Season!
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