These days she is mostly kept concealed, but it wasn’t always so. Inside me somewhere resides a nasty little bitch. (Related to: http://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/catsincambridge.net/1933) It doesn’t make me feel good to admit it and I had hoped that perhaps she had left me, but recently when I suddenly found myself once more floundering in a black … Continue reading Keeping the bitch at bay
Moon shine 8th Mar 2020 The criteria for purchasing a home in western Washington, for me, at least, involved having a mountain view. I almost pulled it off once. Do you ever accept recommendations from friends about services that their friends supply? Having learned the hard way, I would say don't do it. On one … Continue reading Value of a view
While I am a self-confessed hermit, now that I have a little elbow room, I quite like going outside to enjoy whatever is going on. Yesterday I happened to glance out my office window and was taken with this solitary cloud. It was just sort of hanging there, irresistibly, so I thought I would catch … Continue reading Almost Pre-Spring?
If my dad were alive today, assuming he could cope with a computer, I am sure he would be a keen blogger. He was an inveterate letter-writer. When I was searching for something else today, yet again, I came upon this letter that he wrote in 1968 to The New Scientist. My parents at that … Continue reading Ghost story?
There isn't much I miss about life on the West Coast, but I do miss the Cougar Mountain Zoo in Issaquah. I didn't go often, not because it was all that far, but because driving anywhere in the Seattle area was so tedious. So when I did go, I enjoyed it a lot. It's just … Continue reading Cougar Mountain Zoo
Last time I was asked by a nurse at the medical centre if I feel safe at home, I replied that I was starting to feel battered by my cats. Yesterday they were behaving like horrible little toads. I don't know what gets into them sometimes. Spatting and arguing. And other unmentionable things. I guess … Continue reading Getting beat up
Ta Phrom, Angkor, Cambodia For something different, today I decided to post some of my dad's photographs and a short extract from my memoir of Angkor. Giant treesNandi, The BullThe Bayon 12th CenturyOne of the gates to Angkor Thom It was so still, there among the giant trees that were consuming the ruins of Angkor. … Continue reading Treasured memory