I can't think any more. And I've just killed a living being - a little paper-like, brown leaved moth that flitted under my desk light and met its end above the sub-heading 'Transformational Versus Transactional Approaches', p256. Bud has opened himself a can of beer, knowing I will balk at going to a cafe tonight, and is busy rattling across the keyboard in the other room as he types out an English translation of a short story he wrote years ago. He really wants to write in English - perfectly, of course - so he's doing this as an exercise. Jeesh, this is one boring Saturday night...
I've just called over at Rachel's place - also at Rebecca's but she's having a blogging break - and found this wonderful free widget that Google offers so that you can zoom in from outer space on to your rooftop. I'd like to see what our (flat) roof looks like- whether it has a lake on it like the flat roofs in the courtyard below - but unfortunately, Google doesn't jolly well support Macintoshes. What? I thought the world was my oyster now I have my little Apple; don't tell me it doesn't do it... Anyway, the point is that Rachel shows a photo of her Mum's house and it looks, from above, like the place I've been dreaming of all my life. On the edge of thick forest and just a beach away from the sea - or the ocean as it'll be there. Bliss. I've seen some places similar in New Zealand (how I'd love to be there now). I'd like to visit Rachel's Mum some day - or just drop in out of a Google space capsule, have a cup of tea, a walk along the beach and a swim and then come home. Or maybe stay the night, if she wouldn't mind, and listen to the sound of the silence in the trees. I love trees, beaches, the sea. I love the sound of quietly rustling leaves. I am a bit scared of the pitch black dark and things that go crunch in the night when you're way out in the country. But I'd bring my torch with me and probably bring Bud along too for company. I think we'd all get on fine with Rachel's Mum and particularly if Rachel came along too....
So how about it? Heh, I'm almost packing my bags here.
It's just a fantasy - sparked off by a Google photo. Wouldn't dream (unless I do tonight) of barging in on R's Mum.
But send her my best wishes and tell her I think her house is GREAT!
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