Life with cats, and other things…
Badshahi Mosque, Lahore, Pakistan Tim and I made good our escape from Peshawar, thanks to PIA who carried us "In-shallah" to Lahore, the capital of Pakistan. Where we were delighted once more to be accomodated by The Pearl Continental. We rode by taxi along well-swept roads and tree-lined avenues. Everything was spick and span; even … Continue reading Lahore, November 1985
Having nothing helpful to contribute in wisdom or recommendations concerning the current state of affairs, I have temporarily taken refuge in the past. Having had more than enough of the "Raj Bazaar" in Islamabad, Pakistan, Tim, my travel buddy, and I decided to leave a day sooner than planned, to our next destination which was … Continue reading Long walk
Long-haul trucks and buses were garishly decorated. "One day in Rawalpindi was really enough", I said in a letter to my parents in Nov, 1985. To be correct, I should have called it Islamabad, which it had already been changed to, but I like the old name. A friend of mine was born there and … Continue reading Rawalpindi, November 1985
"Yoiks", as someone I once knew used to say. It's a term used to describe a somewhat amazing or alarming situation. That covers what's going on out there lately in these United States. How is one supposed to concentrate on anything? None of what is happening has actually affected me at all, in fact, except … Continue reading Blowing my cork
"That's a nice shade of red", I thought this morning, as I looked down the driveway, "but I have a feeling it's not meant to be there." It wasn't. Weeds. Dense weeds. But on the way to deal with them, I got side-tracked by other weeds, inluding several that were, oh my goodness, turning into … Continue reading For the birds
It is said that you get what you wish for. Personally, I have my doubts about that and although I did say, yesterday, that I like thunderstorms, I didn't actually ask for one to arrive. ................. I feel I ought not to be writing about frivolous things, when the country is going up in smoke. … Continue reading Don’t be old in the USA
Gazing out the window at towering cumulonimbus is making me nostalgic. For a number of things. Does everyone associate clouds with flying? I do. I remember being up there, in an aeroplane, either high above the clouds or, quite often bumping through them on descent, especially to Bangkok, in the rainy season. That was always … Continue reading Clouds
