Hiya Pogue, You may have noticed that I missed Musing this week. I know, Monday was ruined from the get-go! But this morning someone reminded me of a time gone by that set me thinking. You won’t know this but when I was working, there was a time when I would get up on a … Continue reading I Missed My Musing
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Last Day
Some days do not stick Choosing to slide right byAnd time so valuableIs lost in a haze of regretFor what is of valueIf not timeSo fundamental to all our endeavours.I asked,Some said moneySome said friendsSome said peaceSo I answered “But all need time”Time to makeTime to beTime to appreciateAnd once spent it cannot be regainedUnlike … Continue reading Last Day
Small Things
Dear Pogue, Do you ever struggle to find joy in life? I know I do on occasions and the last week or so it’s been particularly hard, what with having Covid and all. Inspiration has certainly been in short measure. But the thing is, and it is only as I sit here and search for … Continue reading Small Things
Monday Musing
Pogue, I’m feeling sad as I write. Really sad. I woke this morning to an untimely message. The first time I read it I have to admit, I had no context for it so I really didn’t grasp it. I read it twice more and then sat to absorb the sudden death of our last … Continue reading Monday Musing
Time, the first time around
Dearest Pogue, I have been reading, which will be no surprise to you , a book by Carlo Rovelli, a series of essays on differing subjects, the main one being science. After all, he is a theoretical physicist . So I am more knowledgeable about Black Holes and Gravitational Waves. But he is an interesting … Continue reading Time, the first time around
Monday Musings
Pogue, Do you ever say “I haven’t got the time”? I have this app on my phone 📲 that will view a piece of text in a foreign language and offer up a translation. Great for menu’s when traveling. I don’t get unpleasant surprises any more when the plate arrives. That aside I’m suspecting that … Continue reading Monday Musings
Fuddy Duddy?
Dear Pogue, People have been asking me where I live and, being the private, slightly secretive person that you know I am (and you love me for it...I hope) I have been avoiding the question. But, hey, what the heck. I am actually proud of where I live. It’s a great city. I think the … Continue reading Fuddy Duddy?
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