General chat

“Is there any way we could have a thread for the more lightweight stuff like music and general chat?”

Do it here. Please no personal attacks or bickering. Anything abusive, provocative or inflammatory may be deleted.

21 Comments

  1. Gezza

     /  September 14, 2017

    Just been outside to the fence above my stream again. Warm jacket, woolly hat, though it’s actually quite warm out there. Coffee, & One cigarette I know I shouldn’t be having but mmm it’s nice.

    It’s a dawn twilight. The moon’s just overhead, a ghostly white, just starting into First Quarter phase, radiating out a fuzzy halo all round itself into very lightly overcast skies.

    The stream is flowing smoothly, 20 feet below me, ripples of orange-yellow light flickering up at me from patches of wai here and there that are bathed in the soft glow which peeps through gaps in the bushes from the two sodium lamps on the exterior of the building next door. I find myself trying to describe the sound of the water as it goes over the stony patches to myself in a way that someone blind might do it. In the end I come up with “softly hissing, gurgling, & bubbling”.

    Just the slightest whisper of a breeze from time to time. Not even rustling the trees & bushes – just making them sway a little in time to the music. No one else around here is stirring yet. The Dawn Chorus is in full swing. There is so much variety of joyous-sounding birdsong in the air I really have to concentrate to try & pick out all the different types of song or tweet.

    A happy blackbird is easily recogniseable! Nothing beats a happy blackbird! A thrilling, sharp-noted “wheep wheep wheep”. “Twee, twee, twee-er” is another one. Dunno what bird, but it’s a softer sound than Blackie’s. There are tweets, twitters, warbles, & clucks. Just popped back out there quickly to check what I missed – I missed whistles, cheeps, chirps, & lilting short melodies from a tui somewhere who persists in ending each stunning piece of his performance on the most god-awful Caack! of a bum note.

    I called out earlier to Bluebelle & the Pook Boyz, and to Charlie Drake & his Mrs, Prettygirl – but they didn’t answer. Probably thinking, “FFS, Gez. Can’t get any bloody sleep, or any bloody privacy – with you always hangin’ over that bloody fence at God knows what hour of the day or night!”

    Not to worry. They’ll be along later for breakfast! They know that my Cafe’s prices are the cheepest, & that my waiter service is the most friendly!

    I’m living in outer suburbia, in a big City. But all I have to do is go over to my fence – or – especially – go through the gate and carefully pick my way down the stream bank, trying not to disturb the streambank foliage, sit down, stay quiet, & I’m right smack bang utterly swallowed up into the calm embrace of God’s own creation, surrounded by everything evolution in the natural world has delivered us.

    Right at the moment, I wouldn’t change places with anyone. For anything. I have all I want. For the moment. Sometimes that’s the best way to live. Just for the moment. Those moments that are worth the time to just quietly sit, & savour.

    Imo.

    • Conspiratoor

       /  September 14, 2017

      Sounds like pure hell G. I’m off to beat the bastards back

      • Gezza

         /  September 14, 2017

        But of course, m’sieu. Ah would expect nothing less of vous!
        Vous avez un bloody bon jour, whether vous wish to – or not! 👍🏼

        • Kitty Catkin

           /  September 14, 2017

          SOMEONE must know what that twee-twee-twee-er is, but nobody I know seems to,

          • Kitty Catkin

             /  September 14, 2017

            Thrushes are fun with their conceited faces. They are quite clever when they throw snails down until the shells crack (horrible way to go for the snails, of course)

  2. Patzcuaro

     /  September 14, 2017

    I went to a talk on depression by John Kirwan the other day and that was one of the things he said, savour the moment. If you are havng a coffee (being a “jaffa” it was a latte of course), don’t get it in a take away cup, sit down and savour the moment. He is thoughtful and entertaining if you ever get a chance to hear him speak.

    Have you got a thrush in the garden, we have one and he or she is very vocal at present, must be time of the year, spring and all that.

    • Corky

       /  September 14, 2017

      I have a Tui, a Bell Bird, one owl, and a Harrier Hawke who for some strange reason stops on my property before moving to the outskirts of town to feast on road kill ( he’s a socialist Harrier Hawk.)

      I would like to get excited and tell you all about their antics. But I wont bore you. I have a life.

      • Gezza

         /  September 14, 2017

        Brilliant! Fk. Only you could make something as interesting as this boring, Corks!

      • Patzcuaro

         /  September 14, 2017

        Remember what JK said savour the moment, enjoy the daily visit of the Harrier, it may be his last, feeding on roadkill is dangerous past time.

        • Corky

           /  September 14, 2017

          That’s my point. I saviour the moment. When the moment passes, it passes. Living in the moment is the hardest thing to do. Few can do it. Some can for short periods of time. Most never.

          When you wake in the morning, notice how your mind skips to either future or past events… but rarely does it stays focused on what you are doing.

          Add a smart phone to the mix, and you have the social media phenomenon… people who comment on the most arcane things, but whom don’t know their neighbours, or what grows in their garden.

          • Gezza

             /  September 14, 2017

            The trick is to separate the two approaches & employ them both for one’s and others’ benefits, Corks.

            Zenning refreshes the mind, dusts off the dirt from the day. So one can relax, see more clearly, & plan the day, the week, the year more thoughtfully, unencumbered by the clutter of angsts & grizzles, & battles against real & imaginary foes who are just getting on with living their own lives.

            It’s easier of course if one has the kind of mind that can think objectively & subjectively about more than just one thing at a time, & see the world & sll those in it in many different shades & colours, instead of just a monochrome, or red & black, filters.

            Even the birds know they not only have to be up early to catch the worm, or the road kill – they have to build a nest or a bivvy for when the weather’s shit. Squirrels store nuts. Life’s not all just about cocking a leg & spraying testosterone about, bud.

  3. I have deleted two comments that are against the spirit of this thread (plus a warning, thanks).

  4. Gezza

     /  September 14, 2017

    Charles is determinedly patrolling up & down his patch in the stream below at the moment. Another, bigger, mallard drake flew in yesterday & tried to have his wicked way with his hen, Prettygirl. Twice. Prettygirl shrieked & Charlie went for the blighter. Feathers flew. Flapping wings all over the show. He’s smaller than the big purebreed mallard drakes, but he’s a rugged little fighter as well as a smooth talker, & he beat the beggar off. He won’t be back!

    But I notice now Charlies stays down there mostly, or flies down into the water from up top, when he sees another flotilla of drakes sailing into his battle zone, & he firmly manoeuvres them out of the area!

    Tomorrow we’ll hear more about the tuna, for Possum’s mokopuna.

  5. Gezza

     /  September 14, 2017

    Chaps at my old school can’t make out who these minstrels are referring to in the middle part. “Tories”, I said. Good thing about getting a knighthood when you never even went to Eton is you don’t have to put up with hearing all their boring wool mill fortune-spending binges, & yachts, & gambling dens & gentlemen’s clubs, & all that sort of nonsense!

    Just get yourself a stream. Best thing!
    Chocks away!
    Sir Gerald.

    • Kitty Catkin

       /  September 14, 2017

      Most Etonians who have titles inherit them, I imagine, and don’t have woollen mills.

      • Gezza

         /  September 14, 2017

        Madam, you are addressing Scruggles, the Septic Tank cleaner! He will have absolutely no idea why you are telling him this!

        Fear not. I shall devise a plausible-sounding explanation & make apologies for you in a note with my cheque when he sends his account.

        🛡 Sir Gerald. ⚔

        • Kitty Catkin

           /  September 14, 2017

          Yah boo to both of you.

          • Gezza

             /  September 14, 2017

            Well, really! Madam. I’m sorry to have to tell you that the governess position is now no longer available!

            Honestly! I don’t know! What’s a quality chap to do! Out here in the colonies it’s just so hard to get good help!

  6. Blazer

     /  September 14, 2017

    topical..