Aspientiae
@homo-aspien
Neurospicy old fart. The sun is a fusion reactor: trees are carbon capture and storage devices. Do not mistake irony for sarcasm. Yeah/Nah. Bundjalung Country.
Didn’t buy for the reason stated but it did prompt me to check prices. Grandson (9) has been learning flute with his school band since the beginning of the year. We’re presently hiring one but I might look at buying if he’s still keen when his birthday rolls around in April.
Boardroom roulette? Now that’s something I might consider having a bet on.
In a previous life hand milking a small (<12) herd, I found the cows were far more willing to engage in the act if I warmed my hands before grasping their teats.
Hope you sprayed this on the soles of your shoes before entering and on leaving.
This morning in the veggie patch. Jingir-jingir (Willie Wagtail) keeping an eye out for breakfast from the vantage point of an old tomato stake.
Irish revolutionary and Yeats’ muse, Maude Gonne. Pastel by Sarah Henrietta Purser, Hugh Lane Gallery, Dublin.
Would be far better to give this former Nasho what he deserves. From the FB page 1965-1972 National Servicemen, which I follow with interest, despite having been a draft resister.
Frodo Baggins wakes up to the fact that he’s the love child of a Time Lord.
I usually have several on the go at once: some get read in one sitting, others may get a chapter a day, a week, or a month. I averaged a volume a year with this one. In the presence of a search engine, his footnotes provide a diabolical distraction.
The history of tire kicking in the search for an Australian submarine. (Clockwise from top left.)