Happy New Year

I should just like to be the very first person to wish you a happy and preposterous 2009.

That is all.

Happy New Year

I should just like to be the very first person to wish you a happy and preposterous 2009.

That is all.

Quiet day

January 1st has turned out to be a very lazy day, though I did stir myself just long enough to change the wallpaper on my computer. Beyond that, I managed to doze until about 11.30 this morning (I didn't go to bed too early, but didn't go out for New year's Eve either) and watch an episode of the X-Files. So far, I think, that has been it.

Furtle is currently writing the autobiography of her holiday in Egypt and will, I suspect, release it to the awaiting world in edited instalments possibly with accompanying photographs. Trophies of her holiday include a basalt carving of Bast in cat form and a scarab encased in plastic. It may or may not be a real beetle, but the not-quite-fluorescent green plastic is tangible enough. She also brought back an unnervingly shaped model of Cleopatra's Needle (or similar pointy obelisk) and a small piece of embroidered rug with the Eye of Horus on it.



We are hoping to find a suitable piece of wall to display it from. According to Wikepedia it is also known as the Eye of Ra or the Wadjat. Marvel as I refrain from making horrible puns.

Such treasures.

Quiet day

January 1st has turned out to be a very lazy day, though I did stir myself just long enough to change the wallpaper on my computer. Beyond that, I managed to doze until about 11.30 this morning (I didn't go to bed too early, but didn't go out for New year's Eve either) and watch an episode of the X-Files. So far, I think, that has been it.

Furtle is currently writing the autobiography of her holiday in Egypt and will, I suspect, release it to the awaiting world in edited instalments possibly with accompanying photographs. Trophies of her holiday include a basalt carving of Bast in cat form and a scarab encased in plastic. It may or may not be a real beetle, but the not-quite-fluorescent green plastic is tangible enough. She also brought back an unnervingly shaped model of Cleopatra's Needle (or similar pointy obelisk) and a small piece of embroidered rug with the Eye of Horus on it.



We are hoping to find a suitable piece of wall to display it from. According to Wikepedia it is also known as the Eye of Ra or the Wadjat. Marvel as I refrain from making horrible puns.

Such treasures.

One year on.

Although it's not been a bad day over all, I can't help but feel a little bit sad. At 5 o'clock this afternoon, give or take a couple of minutes, it has been exactly a year since I last saw Dad. In a fit of sentimentality a couple of months ago, I had Furtle scan this picture, which the family thinks was taken for his 21st birthday all the way back in November 1941.



Clearly the genes have skipped a generation; my nephew Tom, Dad's grandson looks more like him than I do; I think I take more after my Mum's side of the family, although I can see my own paternal granddad a little when I look in the mirror.

I can tell now, where I get my love of tweed jackets from, too...

One year on.

Although it's not been a bad day over all, I can't help but feel a little bit sad. At 5 o'clock this afternoon, give or take a couple of minutes, it has been exactly a year since I last saw Dad. In a fit of sentimentality a couple of months ago, I had Furtle scan this picture, which the family thinks was taken for his 21st birthday all the way back in November 1941.



Clearly the genes have skipped a generation; my nephew Tom, Dad's grandson looks more like him than I do; I think I take more after my Mum's side of the family, although I can see my own paternal granddad a little when I look in the mirror.

I can tell now, where I get my love of tweed jackets from, too...