Archive for January 2010
On meeting a ditch.
The roads are fun at the moment. It’s like a day out at the funfair, and we’re all on the dodgems. But nobody really wants to smack into a big rig that has decided to jack knife. Oh, for the days of canal boats for heavy goods and, the rest of us – at least the lucky ones – on horse back.
It’s still a regular occurance to see the horse as pedestrian traffic in Ireland. I reckon, when all the oil is gone, the horse will have a renaissance. That’s if they aren’t eaten first.
Oh look at that, a brand new year.
You know, it’s nice getting though Christmas and New Year with out any major flap. It’s a gift in itself. Our daily Christmas constitution would turn into a pilgrimage to the car wash. We’d try to get to the crib at our local church, but the lure of industrial design is far too much for my youngest. I often wonder what goes through my son’s head as he cast’s his eye over the lines and shapes of this modern convienience. His absorption in the seemingly mundane, informs how I see things. That is how it should be.
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