At some point at the road of an individual’s life unfurls, there is the realization that the planning horizon has closed in. That may be a very selfish moment, or the culmination of long term selfishness. Other people may inherit a world that will sustain their lives and fulfil their humanity, but that beggars belief and probability given dominant political and economic agendas.
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The days race along. Last week it was so-called Australia Day on 26 January. New Year was but a few weeks previously. Still the dogs go out most days.
As we are reminded every year the celebration of Christmas has pagan associations. It suggests to me that much of the population of Western Europe were nominally Christian and that folk traditions were remembered and continued, especially at the periphery. Arguably,in that sense, not much has changed
The election of Donald Trump to become in due course the American President is an extraordinary development. Given the campaign, he made a gracious acceptance of Hillary Ciinton’s phone call acknowledging defeat.As far as I know she has not made a public announcement.
It was an form of eclipse, I suppose.
A person sees the doctor and then drives to work. Parks her car and then its knocked down by a car while walking across the road. Motor vehicles in these circumstances are malign. There are broken bones and a head injury. While not at first recognized, it is quickly realized that helicopter flight is necessary to transfer the patient to St George, Kogarah, then there is an extensive operations on the knee – unknown to me at the time.
Some memories are clear. Some are not. I remember the Latin inscription under the clock at school, Tempus Fugit. It turns out that time does fly. The more recent to take time and not rush despite the demands sometimes placed over us. By making a random selection of photos, I am attempting to compress time, while overcoming the problem of sameness.
The election ran for eight weeks, and then the count took days to sort out who had a bare majority in the House of Reps to form the government. I tired of being told seemingly endlessly that the 76 members represented an absolute majority.
The weeks slip by. Dexter and Hannah go out on many days, and sometimes recently too late. This means I have to get the torch out to come safely down the embankment. My memory fades from day to day and the photos help.
Ask me what I did two weeks ago and I wouldn’t have a clue. I have got the record that we went out. Last week’s music is by Audionautiks, “12 Mornings”: