Posted by: Bruce | December 28, 2016

The wonders of me – mirror, mirror on the wall.

A month or two back, at a moment in time upon which I’d rather not dwell, life took myself and son into a shop known for, amongst many things, office products and stationery. The objective was earphones for my son (essential), a notebook and fountain pen ink for myself (not essential, I just like stationery). We parted ways.

images-1I’d envisioned a notebook with alphabetical indexing and started looking. Around twenty seconds into the search a young lady offered assistance. Her product knowledge took us a few aisles away to a solitary notebook which didn’t really hit the spot, though an alternative caught my eye. My son returned, his mission complete and ready to go. The assistant still with me and happily chatting. I liked her.

A few minutes were all I needed but now my sons’ departure clock was ticking. As I checked the other book, a word, amongst those being delivered from the outset, ripped my eyes back to her.

Elders. Did she say elders? She liked to help her elders, always brought up to respect her elders, has two teenage kids about my sons’ age she tells to respect their elders? Who was she talking to? I looked, my head doing a Linda Blair in the Exorcist.

As the world muted and shrunk to this moment, I looked carefully at her face and figured her to be in her late thirties; maybe, just maybe early forties. Older than I first thought, but that didn’t help me, only made it worse. I was a bit of a late starter in the father arena  but tagged as an elder? My pulse surely was audible. My hair hurt.

Turning to look at my son, confirmation that ‘elders’ had indeed been used was in his face. He must have made a quick assessment because, including himself in the conversation, he called me Dad.

The topic of elders ceased in an awkward, but pretend not, manner and shortly she left to help others. I thanked her and felt a little sympathy for her. Unintentionally she had realised the taste of her foot. I was not his grandfather.

Being considered an elder threw me a little. No, stuff it, a lot. My ego made sure of that as fast as possible. I thought of things to say to her, to show I’m not old, not elder material. Things like………

Didn’t she realise that I suffer from a rare hair condition known as “Jet black to grey in just one day” triggered by kids? I’m not old enough for an age pension, I don’t use a walking stick, I’ve still got a head of hair and most of my teeth (I was asked that once, a fine memory). I don’t have ‘long johns’ sticking out the bottom of my pants. I don’t wear braces to keep up giant pants to cover the long johns. No giant Y-fronts for me either, no sir-eeeeeee. I still manage a few push-ups and plank for a minute or two to keep in shape. Didn’t you quickly help me because I looked okay in  an older guy kind of way? (The forever male in me never seems to quit). You thought I might get lost in the store or fall asleep in the office chair section? Don’t you see, I’m not sporting a walking frame or shuffling in slippers or clip clopping in sandals with walk socks to the knees? I can still ride a motor bike and click a new tab! Nooooooooooo.

downloadDoes any of this matter? No. Yes.

And so I wondered. Is it true? Is this the end of the line as a male? Can I face the mirror again?

An elder, I said to my son. I’ve been called an elder. Let’s go home.

Word for today;      Elder – not yet.

More to come;     same blog time, same blog channel.

Posted by: Bruce | December 21, 2016

Rookwood Cemetery today – buy Australian.

Today I’m heading to Rookwood Cemetery, the largest and most historic cemetery in Australia and the largest necropolis in the Southern Hemisphere.

I mention this as I will soon be writing on a related topic of ownership in Australia. It occurred to me before setting out today; what if Rookwood was sold off to foreign investors? Another country owning this bit of dirt in Austalia?

Does that make the land no longer Australian? What if present and future residents found themselves living, or soon to be living, in Bulgaria or China or Brazil or Canada?

This mystery, and more, I hope to touch upon soon, but if I don’t move now I’ll not get there at all.

As a world famous blogger (and some might say a household name), I usually keep my movements low profile. Today is a vexing exception but I’ve taken precautions including a wig with grey hair (normally jet black) sporting two man-buns. This will allow me a peaceful visit.

In keeping with the actual theme of this post, Rookwood cemetery and its residents, I have included the following which, perhaps strangely, is relevant for me.

Your Wildest Dreams by the Moody Blues.

Words for today;     Rookwood Cemetery – a business for buying?

More to come;    same blog time, same blog channel.

Posted by: Bruce | November 13, 2016

The wonders of me – smiling seagulls

Recently I photographed seagulls crowding my son and I, hoping for leftover food to go. Is that a smile?

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Word for today;    Happy – this seagull looks happy to see me or the chips.

More to come;    same blog time, same blog channel

Posted by: Bruce | November 10, 2016

Donald Trumps the sceptics – I wonder?

Well, not 24 hours after winning the American Presidency, demonstrations outside the Chicago Trump Tower have been held, protesting his win.

The doom and gloom for Trump’s success was/is hard to ignore with a reference I spotted even predicting WW3.

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Yet, the majority of American voters placed him in the White House and voting is not compulsory in the U.S.A. Isn’t that what their country is about?

It will be interesting to see how it goes. Can a U.S. President be given the boot if he/she proves themselves not up to the job? Their constitution should have it covered I guess.

At least Russia’s President Putin will be happy. Apparently he thinks Mr Trump is okay, though I’m not convinced this is a good thing as I’m not a fan of Mr Putin.

President Obama (a good guy I reckon) appears to have seen the writing on the wall and uttered words of comfort for post election results. He assured voters that ‘the sun will rise in the morning’ and America will continue to be the ‘greatest nation on earth’. I think I get his meaning although it’s a claim to fame laced with perhaps, unintended arrogance. Check the video link below.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3919186/Did-Obama-know-game-Outgoing-President-used-election-night-speech-tell-Americans-No-matter-happens-sun-rise-morning.html

Here’s a thought or two, another point of view;

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/rendezview/trumpism-is-not-a-passing-fad-ignore-the-forgotten-men-and-women-at-your-peril/news-story/70d31a7649b0f30be7724129696bf23f

Word for today;     Democracy – U.S.A. Presidential election 2016

More to come;    same blog time, same blog channel

 

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