Odds and Sods
1. Frogs. Item in yesterday's BBC Home page. 'The only frog hospital in Australia has had to close for lack of funds - Deirdre where are you? (Incidentally, Granny has yet to discover how to put a name in and have it come up neatly in blue, which can be clicked on, without having to put in whole bloody URL. Beloved Son in law due to arrive in two weeks be warned: GRANNY NEEDS GEEK HELP. Not that he's a geek in any other sense- far from it. It's just that she isn't in that sense. And wishes she was.)
2. Pigs. Pigs are omniverous like humans, have teeth like humans, to the point of having physical anthropologists mistake fossilised pig teeth for human ones, their internal organs are so like so human ones that pigs can be used as medical testers, in the wild they have separate places for defecation, just like humans. So why do humans talk about dirty pigs? Police as pigs? Etc. WHY DO THEY HATE PIGS? Is it because they hate themselves??
NB Pigs like having their backs scratched; so does Granny. She's happy to be a pig.
3. The calima from the east continues. In Spain it comes from the south and called 'calina.' In France also from the south and is called the sirocco. In Israel it's from the east and known as the hamsin. In all cases it's hot dry dusty, covers everything with sand, dries up plants, skin, houses and drives people mad. This island is on our 4th day of it, which is just too much. Admittedly it's brighter today and the wind is down. Granny and Beloved had planned a day out, up the island, and may still go.
4. Why are some people invisible? Granny and Beloved had lunch with Mrs and Mr Blondbombshell yesterday. They are shaking the dust of this island off their feet (literally just now) and departing for Teneriffe, where they may be as discontented; who knows. Granny has always had a problem noticing Mr BBS. When she failed to greet him instantly, ditto say goodbye, she has thought herself unkind and unaware. Yesterday she realised it wasn't just her. Nice, cleverish, quiet Mr BBS literally has NO PRESENCE. Some people don't. Turn round and they vanish from consciousness. Just like that.
posted by granny p @ 10:01 am
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We had a frog hospital?? Who knew (apart from the frogs)?
And pigs are lovely creatures (I'm using that term deliberately - "animal" to me suggests something with fur on it, though I know that's only part of the story). When I was a baby my Dad would come home from the dairy in the mornings and take me to feed the pigs. One of my Mum's favourite family stories is that my first words were (1) "Dad", and (2) "pig". She was both hurt and amused.
And the invisibility thing: maybe we're all invisible to some people? I know what you mean - I remember someone who was like an empty shell of a body, hardly ever animated by anything within, though I suspect this was just due to extreme introspection - but maybe in a more general sense we're all affected by it in some way. Maybe we only notice people if we feel some connection to them or something? Not saying this is the case with your Mr BBS - he sounds like one of the empty-shell people. Or not empty so much as closed - maybe all of him is contained within, out of sight?
PS. When you want to put a link into Blogger posts, you should be able to highlight the word or phrase you want to turn into a link, then click on the "link" button up above (it's green?, and shows a chain link or something like that). You still need to put the URL into the pop-up thingie which appears after clicking that button, but it won't appear in the post.
Don't know about Mr BBS - maybe it is total lack of connection. But he does seem very introverted. As for putting in the link - tried your way - have a link line and fill you in there - to no avail - also tried what Blogger tells you to do - which merely informs me when I try to publish that front or back tag is missing...(even if it doesn't appear to be.) Think I must try putting links on sidebar and see if I can do it that way. If not it'll have to wait till bs-i-l turns up. Codes not Granny's thing - she's dyslexic with them..
Apparently we taste like pigs too. Not that I've ever put that to the test, you understand...
Granny - I've finally found your site. I must be sober. Consider yourself linked to...
Closed, I think Deirdre; glad you like pigs. And thanks for advice Rachie...I'll try again when I've time. I refuse to blame my ageing brain..
And Welcome Mark Gamon - here's to some future mutual entertainment of the virtual and innocent kind..
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