Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The dancers are all gone

It might not be May Day, but Peter Brueghel the Younger's painting, "St. George's Kermis with the Dance Around the May Pole," seems to fit the occasion of T.S. Eliot's poem today, "East Coker," and the continuation of birthday celebrations during March. The party is almost over, but the sights and the sounds of approaching Spring brighten the days of our lives. Although the temperature was only forty-one degrees Fahrenheit (five degrees Celsius), I took my shirt off, washed my Suburban and sat outside in the sun while I read a newspaper yesterday afternoon -- no need to beware the Ides of March this year, Caesar. The suntan of 2011 is officially under way.

Oh, well .... on with the tale
Part 2 of 2

Not too many literature majors in the crowd, I dare say. It borders somewhere between pathetic and humorous to me. Oh, well. On with the tale ....

I once spent three days and two nights in a tree. I was tied there so I could sleep and not worry about falling.

It was for a reason, but it was not because I was trying to emulate Odin, who spent nine days in a tree as the price for wisdom. At the time of my event, I knew who Odin was, but I had not studied the religion of the Old Norse and was unaware of his travail.

I twice have swum a distance of about twelve miles. The first time was in the darkness of night and in a river I had never been in before that very time. This instance was similar to the occasion spent in a tree. It was for a specific purpose, that is to say; for a specific reason. Throughout much of it, I was not aware of where I was or what I was doing. It was like being asleep and in a dream, and complete, conscious awareness was not present until it was over and done with and the sun had risen.

The second time took place a few years later and was attempted to learn if I actually could do it, which, if accomplished, would mean I actually had done it before, which would mean that it was not a dream and it had been reality. It was a search for actuality -- not sort of, but the real, real thing. In a sense, it was like reading a book or seeing a film twice to discover what you did not notice the first time, but, in this case, actually living the book or the film.

(Off the record for a moment. This second time was with a friend, down the middle of a lake that I knew very well and during daylight. At a point about six miles from where we began was a resort. We stopped there and bought a six-pack of beer. We each drank two cans on the beach, and our third can while we swam back to our point of departure. I laugh to think about it now.)

Last year, I spent part of the day in a dentist's chair in Warsaw, Poland. This, "actually," was not strange, only unusual on the occasion of a birthday.

Yes, these events all took place on my birthdays. I wonder what other people do on their birthdays, if some of them have birthdays more memorable than others, and how other people mark the days of their lives.

Sometimes, I think I have a good thing going. Sometimes, I think I should have been a monk. This time, I think I deserve giving myself a new Rolex watch and, otherwise, will allow the day this year to pass without additional notation or further reflection.

Some final thoughts & random lines (for now) from T.S. Eliot:
"East Coker"
No. 2 of "Four Quartets"


In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon ....


The houses are all gone under the sea.
The dancers are all gone under the hill ....


I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth ....


You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not ....


So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter ....


In my end is my beginning.

I think, someday, in another world or another dimension or another life or, possibly, even in a dream within a dream, I will find and I will interview Mr. T.S. Eliot, and I (the chameleon reporter; remember him from past posts?) will induce the gentleman to explain himself and his words, and I will tear loose his apprehensions and gain access to understand his thoughts and his feelings to the bottom of his soul .... or, whatever ....

And, in the meanwhile, I sort of feel sorry for anyone who is not bewitched by his words .... so, listen to them in his own voice and see what you think.




35 comments:

Anita said...

Iam sorry!1i cant read deep things nowadays!!even not the video..i dont know what has come into me..But i like your photo.."the dancers are all gone"Hahahah..very good,you sure know how to speak my good Fram.Exellent!!:))

Fram Actual said...

There are many kinds of knowledge, I believe, Anita, and the most interesting to me is the knowledge gained by reaching inside of oneself and others to discover the inner beings that exist beyond the surface (and, therefore, the superficial) thoughts and opinions. I suppose that is the sort of mood I am in at the moment. Next week, I probably will shift back to the surface (and, therefore, the superficial) again myself, and be more interested in firearms, shipwrecks to dive upon or whatever.

You are ready for Spring and fun, I think, while Winter and study still have a hold on me.

In any case, many thanks for your visit and your comment.

Anita said...

Well Fram..it is strange while here at work i only can comment on your blog..so here iam again..

the flowres on my blog is taken from what do you call it..+the shop of garden?sprig has come to my town as you see on the first photoes..the others are grown inside and put outside..



about reading.i wish some of your beautiful blog friends will comment on this post.because i know you have alot of friends that knows a great deal about those writers..me myself is only an ordinary girl from the block.dont know so much about reading..but at least iam honest about it..

i have read abook lately..you maybe think it is weird..and i did too.but i like to learn how other religions see the way of life.what i dont understand is why they always consider The Emptiness to be soo nice when one is dead.i think it sounds terrible..to tell the truth i love this earth and is very happy to be born in here.i will cry the last day is here for me..to leave all this beauty. Name of the book is..Advice on Dying
by H.H. the Dalai Lama, translated and edited by Jeffrey Hopkins

In this empowering and positive book the Dalai Lama presents teachings on preparing for our inevitable death which can greatly benefit our perspective on living.

And here is a question..is this one of your last post?you said so some time ago..I think i spend to much time on the internet..i have begun dreaming i sit and comment with different persons..you are one of them and you say over and over agin..iam so seroius i am so serious iam sooo fucking seroius..

so what you think..i must be off blogging and face boook for a while.or i go insane of this social medium..Ok enough is enough..we will talk later will we not?ha

have a nice evening Fram)))

Anita said...

Iam in a little naughty mood to night..what do you think of my new profile pix??hhaha.Eva Green!!
And..
why are you not blogfriends with visual impact and so on?she is great ..knows very much of books and ect ect..you did correspond alot before..is it like you and me before?okey i know i am into deep deep water..you know iam teasing..like you said to me on that old house..ice ice baby!!

now dont be angry with me okey??

Fram Actual said...

You have many comments and many questions, Anita. So, here goes:

Yes, I should have known it was too early for the flowers to have grown outdoors.

We are all ordinary people. People either read or they do not. Books are there for all. What we read is a matter of choice, and I like to think that most of what I choose to read is to gain knowledge.

I am not a fan of the Dalai Lama or of Buddhism in general. I studied Oriental religions once upon a time, but moved in other directions. Each of us should find pathways to contentment, I think, and if you find solace and wisdom through books such as the one you cite, more power to you.

Yes, I think I am near to my last post of this genre for some time. I am not certain what I will do, but I think I will shift directions in what and when I post -- if I post.

I say I am serious because I have always been told by others that I am. It is my nature to find all the exits in the saloon before I move to the dance floor. Do you understand what I meant when I said that?

I think you look very, very serious in your new photograph.

As for "Visual Impact," ask her. She became angry with me. I never knew why. She became angry with me a second time. I never understood why. But, twice without reason or explanation was enough for me. I have no time for childish behavior.

Most women become angry with me sooner or later, and I usually have no idea why. Women are a mystery. Maybe, they get angry with me because I generally ignore them when they are angry, and turn and walk away.

Like many men, I once had the words, "Ice Ice Baby," on the windshield of a Mustang I owned. Run with me, if you can.

No, I am not angry about any of your comments.

Anita said...

heheheh!!good comment!!you know why we get angy at you??Because we LOVE you soo much..iam mean viruality..Only one i think you love and she loves you back as a very good love is Magdalena..Yes i think so..
Well Iam happy to be your friend no matter what..If i get angry i just stay away for a while..but for some reason i dont get angry at you..you give me no reason for that..or it is me..take you as you are a very good friend..i dont belive in love in this life (for me any way and is content with that)but now i have to go..write back to be ok..I need it you know..

Well sometimes.

Anita said...

Glad you like the profile picture!!

i change it when i come home.!!

Fram Actual said...

Well, I am very slow at writing back today, but here I am doing it finally. It has been a busy week for me, unusual as that might seem.

Yes, you possibly are a better friend to me than you realize, Anita.

I wonder how many people actually do find love in life. I am convinced most people live their lives without love other than in a family sense. Once again, I will mention that my thoughts about love are written on the side of my page.

Anita said...

Finally!!!


i do agree many people only live together because of the money..ect ect..i could never had done so..better be poor and have little then to live with a man you can not love.or love as a brother.

i think thats why there are so much untrueness and unfaithful ness going on.

well i continue my boring night at work..the last night now..then free to next week..


I have read what you think about love..i dont know if i understand it..I think love is a chemistry that is electric between two people.like a drug.you must have it.
Ok.iwill read it again what you say about love.Have a nice evening and thanx for responding me.

Fram Actual said...

Back again, slow again, late again -- but, finally here.

You undoubtedly are correct about unfaithfulness. Some people always are looking for greener pastures, not only in terms of jobs or houses or vehicles, but also in terms of companions.

So, now that you have a few days off, I hope you relax and enjoy your freedom, Anita. By the way, nice photograph.

Anita said...

Freedom from work didnt last very long..my boss is calling and calling..Can you please work some little more..such many emploiers are sick..well well well..

I can read you have many things to do..so..that is good!!

We will talk around the next corner!!

Fram Actual said...

Well, Anita, if you are working, you are making money, which is something one usually cannot do while reading or watching television.

As for myself, I went to an auction today, but made no acquisitions. I still have more than I want, and did not rid myself of enough albatrosses last summer.

Whether you are at work or at leisure, I hope you are enjoying yourself.

Anita said...

goodmorning babe!!

how are you?

well money ,money, aint it funny...Many times I think?what the fuck is use of beeing working soo much..?it goes all the way in taxes..and who and where does that money go?Yes to the many somelians and others that is in our country..and they lie and say this and this and get much much money from the states which they getfrom me and all the others norwegians..It irritates me!!!

and now that bombing in Libya??
where will the world end?what is it with Obama and the rest of it?



Do you say you have many things??

you now what i do with the things i dont need?i give it personally to the poor.I dont need anything just a litle house.some clothes happy child and happy myself.We can not take the things with us anyway..

I got free today from work..tomorrow is back again..Think i will go for a long walk in this spring weather.Have a nice day Fram i love when you write to me:))

Fram Actual said...

I guess I should not have mentioned the word, "money." Sorry, to get you worked up about it, Anita.

Apparently you did not notice, but I spent last summer sorting through my personal possessions and dividing them into three piles: Keep, throw, give away. I complained enough about it in my posts at the time. I still want to rid myself of more things.

There was a thunderstorm here early this morning and, today, it seems the birds have returned enmasse with the official arrival of Spring.

Anita said...

Sorry for not writing so much..I have been very busy at work and visits in the home..and today I realy ruined my back with some weight manuals under training..god!!.now.i am stuck to the sofa having good naps watchng good old movies..!1Hope you have it good too Fram!!

what have you been doing then?

Fram Actual said...

No problem, Anita.

Good, I am glad you have been busy and I am glad you have been able to relax with naps and films afterwards. That is the way life should be.

As for me, I purchased a ring to sort of match my birthday watch, and otherwise done nothing of interest or worthy of mention.

Right now, there is a blizzard warning about fifty miles (eighty km) north of me and a tornado warning about fifty miles south of me. I guess I am in the right place to be at this particular moment in time.

Anita said...

oh..A RING!!Soo nice!!i want a ring too..you wear rings Fram??

I didnt sleep good this night..i was awoke several times..And yes i did eat a whole milky chocolatte..Fuck it..Iam into slimming time!!

We have really bad weather too..Have to be in the house cleaning and ironing clothes and lady skirts..just regular things..

i hope the weather runs fast where you are ...God..it is really a storm you are expexting!!(Or is in the middle of it right now)..hope you are all ok!

Fram Actual said...

It is common for me to wear three rings when I am out and about, Anita. It seems I will be wearing four now.

These types of storms -- blizzards and tornados -- are fairly common in the midwestern states of America, although it is a bit early for tornado season to begin. May and June are the heaviest months. They are a fact of life here, and people get used to them.

Actually, the weather around me was not bad at all -- some heavy rain, followed by a bit of snow to make the world icy and white.

Anita said...

hey.i thought iwas leaving a comment here?May be iwas dreaming?

ok..Iam glad yu like your weather..We have only grey skies and thick fog..i have been in the house all day..doing nothing..well i got some old movies to watch.."cat on a hot tin roof and citizen kane.".yes they are old..but it is ok..then there is teve teve teve..he hehehe..

i cant belive you wear 3 rings?My god??Take a picture let us see ?and the history?i have many rings but not wearing any..That is on work we are not allowed jewelery or makeup or parfume..

Ok..see you..!:))

Fram Actual said...

So, you thought you were leaving a comment? I am not certain I know what you meant, Anita, since there is a comment here.

On the other hand, I am supposed to get an email notification when someone leaves a comment here, and I received none. Maybe, the computer was dreaming.

Two hands, three rings; now it will be two hands, four rings. I think. I have a few other rings, as well, but usually wear the same ones. All my rings are more-or-less antique. I thrive on all things that came before me.

No, no photograph. I suppose it is possible White Bear might consent to wear one for a photo sometime, but not me.

I am stuffed with pizza and cola.

Anita said...

Pizza and coke?Heiii..thats what iwas eating too,,but dont tell anyone.hehhe..It is a junk food!!But i love homamade pizza!!

those rings?..eh..are they marriage rings or sort of??or your time in war rings?i love rings!but i also love the history..you understand..?the affection about it.

ziticen kane ..uff boring movie..i watched ten minutes and skipped it..but cat on a thin roof was very very good!It was about personal relationships,death drinking and so on..all the little problems we humans struggle with.

and then i read something how to paint Mandalas..Mandalas is in the whole life..it is like putting on your life and see the relationship to everything.


about the comment..It was me who was wrong..i thought i had written to you ..but i had not..blurry head and mind i quess..Well well.this weekend back to work and now i will go for a silent walk.

Fram Actual said...

All right. I counted. Eight rings, all gold: Four signet; one wedding; one I do not know how to describe, simply decorative, I guess; one bloodstone; one lapis with diamonds. Two were gifts to me; one has been in my family for about a hundred years and the remaining five I purchased. I typically wear the bloodstone and two signet rings. Happy now, Anita?

I suppose "Citizen Kane" is sort of boring, but it is considered a masterpiece by the critics, very moralistic in nature and a film everyone should see at least once.

"Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" is more exciting/entertaining, also very moralistic in tone and also considered something of a masterpiece -- both the original Tennessee Williams' play and the film. I read the play in college and have seen the movie three or four times, but I would confess that I never have had any urge to watch "Citizen Kane" again after the first time.

I guess if I have encountered the term "mandala" in the past, it has gone over my head or in one ear and out the other or escaped my curiosity or whatever. I had to do a bit of research with your mention of it now to learn what it involved.

As I periodically mention in my posts, somewhere along the line I came to agreement with the conclusions of historian/philosopher Will Durant that answers to all questions in this world can be found through the study of history.

As for the next world, I already have a pact with Freyja. She is going to carry me off to Fólkvangr when my earthly time comes to an end.

I hope work goes well for you this weekend.

Anita said...

OMG.interesting Fram!!8rings?wow..I would like to see that lapis one with the diamond and that bloodstone and yes those with the signs on tooo..

i have got 2 rings of passion..One is a little diamond in white gold given to me by my first lover..dead now..drove himself to death..the other one is from my mother a sapphire one.And the rest is all engaging rings one marriage ring.

you are very lucky Fram.i think you have an interesting family.where did they come from..what happened to them..where are they now?And you FRam..is very fascinating man.I think Iam very lucky to now you..You are soo wise and really a very helping friend in this lonely winthere.sometimes i can not belive it..why i choose to be alone like this..i cpuold bee so much better with a spose..but but,,


Freya is very lovely, she is the bringer of love.You and her is very well together.



about the movies yes i wil try to see more good movies from the past.and that book from the writer will durant I will also google now right away.

and here is something spooki..At work lasst night, we was hearing someone typewrite on an old maschine and we heard twice someone was coming up the stairs..but there was no one there..It was a bit scary..i belive in soem kind of ghost that has not finished they work on earth..at least they printmarks still here ..you know the vibrations of them..well i quess i scared the shit of a young 20 years novise in nursing i have to train..hahah.ok ..thanx for liking the post on my wall..they are really awful-I cant belive i publish such a shit..well well se you later fram..i have to prepare for a long night at the spooky hospital

Fram Actual said...

Well, as I said before, Anita. White Bear might model the lapis/diamond ring sometime. It sounds like you have a nice collection yourself.

My immediate family members are scattered around the U.S., if that is what you mean. As for where they came from, most from Norway and some from Germany. I never have known where in Germany, and I cannot recall where in Norway. All my papers with such information are in storage, so I cannot look it up at this point in time, either. Upon arriving in America, they settled in Wisconsin or Iowa before some moved on into Minnesota.

So, you think you are lucky to know me. Who can say?

In most respects, I despise cable television. But, I am thankful for it in once sense. There are dozens, probably hundreds, of old movies I never would have had the opportunity to see if it were not for cable television. I guess the tons of garbage one must wade through on cable is the price that must be paid for access to a few outstanding films.

I believe in spirits or entities in dimensions parallel to our own and in the existence of manitous in all things, animate and inanimate, but I am not certain what I actually believe in terms of ghosts/spirits of people who once walked the Earth. I waver back and forth on that possibility.

So, good luck in your adventure working among ghosts tonight.

Peggy said...

My apologies for not visiting and leaving this comment in a more timely fashion. I only have the usual excuses, I am afraid.

That said, I was glad that I took some time today to dig into your rather meaty blog and go find the actual text of the Four Quartets and East Coker. I found the audio reading to be a bit distracting - I find it hard to listen to a poem being read out loud by a great voice - I cannot focus on the words without seeing them in front of me as I hear the sound of the words in my mind more than the meaning. Yes, I was bewitched - but by his voice as as much as the words.

But I then found the text of the poem and had a slow and leisurely read. A very deep poem, well crafted and full of "stuff". I have to agree with you - he has a wonderful way with words and thoughts so expressed I really appreciate.

I think this is a poem one can return to many times and still find gems which had been previously unnoticed. He has a great way with words no doubt - I think the following passage expresses how I feel as we round the bend of winter and head toward spring:

Hypnotised. In a warm haze the sultry light
Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl.


Thanks for this blog - I will need to find some time to read more of T.S. Eliot's works.

Peggy said...

P.S. I found this interesting factoid regarding the opening line "In my beginning is my end":
This is the saying which Mary Queen of Scots embroidered on her cloth of estate whilst in prison in England and is the theme running through her life. It symbolises the eternity of life after death and Mary probably drew her inspiration from the emblem adopted by her grandfather-in-law, François I of France. The salamander along with the motto, "I nourish [the good] and extinguish [the bad] was a symbol of enduring faith which triumphs over the fires of passion.

Anita said...

yeah,,yesterday was so busy had no time to think about ghost!!

Iam in a bit of hurry..ihave slept all day and my nurse companion is picking me up..i just wanted to say hello!!

BTW ..i had great difficults to upload photoes today..could not comment.the photoes was taken last weekend..and so on..Ok..have a good time!i think your family is interesting..wonder where in norway they came from?Probably from the coast

Fram Actual said...

Please, no apologies ever, Peggy. About anything.

Yes, T.S. Eliot had a great voice for reading his work and, yes, it is difficult to concentrate on listening to poetry being read while, at the same time, absorbing more than the simple beauty and melody of the sound.

It is not unusual for me to carry a copy of a play, especially something by William Shakespeare, to a live performance and, periodically, reading along from the book while listening to the actors delivering the lines.

The visuals are missed during these periods of time, but the back and forth elements of listening/reading and listening/watching work out just fine for me. Besides, it is possible to go to more than one performance in most instances should I feel that I missed anything relevant.

When I first "met" T.S. while in college, his poetry bored me and I found it tedious. I am happy to say that now, his words have not changed, but I have, in terms of understanding more about life and more about myself, and his words are meaningful and significant for me.

I was completely, totally, absolutely unaware of the use of, "In my beginning is my end," by any source other than T.S. Thank you, for passing this information along. I appreciate learning it. The words should be tattooed across the forehead of everyone, I think, as a reminder of the priorities in life.

As a side note, a few years ago I was in an argument with a district attorney about the words written in the U.S. Constitution. Without going into detail, he said he believed the words in the Constitution were "living, breathing words." His statement shut me up on the spot, and had enough of an impact on me so that our debate is embedded in my mind.

I think this single line from Mary Queen of Scots and T.S. has the same kind of magic. It is made up of living, breathing words.

Fram Actual said...

My day and evening have been busy, too, for a change, Anita. Family matters, family disputes, family problems. Whether or not my family is interesting, I am not certain. That it is like any other family and has issues, there is no doubt.

I saw your photographs from last weekend, and I think they were most excellent. It especially struck me that people all dress alike these days, no matter where they live -- in America or in Europe.

As I said, where my Norwegian ancestors originated, I cannot recall, but it is obvious they all had farm backgrounds because they homesteaded land upon arrival in America.

Anita said...

oh iam soo happy you did not find them kinky or something as one or two of the readers wrote to me..I gor very mad in fact..do they really belive I only take photoes from pretty flowers and so on?no way..I take photoes of what i like no matter what..and a beautiful body is nice too,,well iam very happy of your comment.Really Iam.Ok

Iwant to know more about your family once a time..and i love that minnesota..i wish to go there..thank again for lovely comment and responding to me:)


and PEGGY!!

So nice to see you!!i love you dicsussing poetry..now iam very happy!!I will also go to your blog!!

Ok..iam home to sleep now..!!see you later!!Many big hugs:)

Fram Actual said...

Well, you are welcome regarding my comment about your photographs, Anita. As the man once said, "I calls thems the ways I sees thems."

Anita said...

Thank you very much Fram!!

Well today is a new day..I slept badly tonight..think i have not slept at all..that is waht night working is doing to me the first day free..So iam very happy the night is over and a new day is to begin..
and i am not going to spend my time in th e house.no off i go to a walk in the nature and soo on..Iam counting the days to get off this countrry..only 2 months now and then sunny days in cyproz bikinis skirt late dinners by the sea ohh cant you imagine how happy i will be???

Okk..write when you can(you dont have to answer if you do not have the time.or nothing to write about..i understand!:)))(But i hope soo..i love the american friend i have in you and all the things you do in your country

Have fun today!!:)))

Fram Actual said...

I guess I am busy, Anita, more so than usual, anyway. I also have a situation on my mind that distracts me and occupies my thoughts much of the time.

Yes, I can imagine how happy you will be when you travel to Cyprus and are able to enjoy a warm sun, sandy beaches and blue water. Which makes me wonder. Is the sea water terribly cold around Bergen? I doubt that it can be colder than Lake Superior, but I do wonder.

Whatever .... I will be no less happy simply to have warm and sunny days right here than you will be in Cyprus. Who knows? This might be a year that closes with me following the sun.

Anita said...

oh fram.i hope it is nothing bad since you are in to thinking mood!!

Yes,,i hope this will be a good year in th sun for all uf us..iam thinking to change my adress once a again.. i dont like it here where i stay..it is too little..noo space..

The water is normal here..by the beaches..but of course up in the mountains it is cold as hell.but then again that is good if you are all sweeti..i prefer warm wather..to swim and dive in.


Most of all i should like to have a boat .that would be very fun!!

Ok..we will talk later or when you can..see you!!

Fram Actual said...

I guess I would not use the word "bad," Anita, but "serious" and requiring "attention" and "action" would be appropriate words to describe the situation(s) which have arisen for me during the past week or two. Such is life.

The temperature in Lake Superior hovers just above the freezing mark only a few inches beneath the surface even during the summer. It is the coldest water I have swum in and, probably, the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California the next coldest. I prefer the water pretty warm for swimming, too.

Yes, boats are enjoyable.

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