After a record month in the Laundry, hell only two and a bit tons of laundry done… I find a quick look at the blog, astounds me to see I’m about to post my 800th post…
Dianne Gray post today, or maybe yesterday was titled You can’t hide your lion eyes… she admits to an obsession with eyes.. and that had me thinking of a few I captured on our last trip to the Kalahari Gemsbok Park… here is a link to her post… https://diannegray.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/you-cant-hide-your-lion-eyes/
Pop over and have a look… here’s a few eyes for her….
we were close and the ldv mirror got in the way…
But this last one is one of my favourites…
Now that’s a beady eye…
As work just gets more and more, of which we do no complain, social media gets less and less.
Book? you ask… no progress, just no time…
Blogs? ,,, the same… although I do pop in and look at yours, I just don’t always have the time to comment….
BUT next month we are taking time off to go to the Kalahari Gemsbok Park… so look forward to photos from there, specially those I will be taking with the new camera… can’t wait… like a kid waiting for Christmas… Remember these… well expect many many more….
I will be posting every now and then before we go just to keep the interest up… have to find time for blogging though…
I took a seed pod and scratched on the tar to see what they would do… they all quickly popped over in case I’d found food only to discover NOTHING… they quickly returned to their play and singing….
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee.
I give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I-
Even though my mammy’s
Waiting for me,
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee.
And a kiss for you………………………
Have a good day……..
Now this is something I’ve often thought about….
Originally posted on offbeat:
“Greg – You’ve got to be a little bit drunk to see a little bit of Heaven” he said to me as we both stared deep into the flames of the braai fire.
Now, for the passed 30 years or so I’ve spend many hours pondering, philosophizing, wondering, discussing, thinking and analysing over what he meant when he uttered these profound words that evening so long ago.
He was an old man called Os (Ox) Wichmann and I was in my early 30’s. We had just moved to the little mining village of Ellisras where Os had befriended us from the beginning. He was a lonely old man approaching his 60s and had many wise sayings when he was tipsy, which was a lot of the time.
This statement as I’ve mentioned struck a chord deep inside me though and often, mostly when I’m a bit tipsy, I’ve thought back…
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