Saturday, April 20, 2013
So here it is... (only 8 years later) a place in Iceland, in Blönduós... we may purchase some horse property here and finally achieve residence! We are excited, and heading back there in a few weeks to check it out once more. It is a beautiful place on our planet and we are looking forward to possibly fulfilling our dreams of living in Iceland part time.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
I have practically abandoned my blog -which is sad in itself because at one time it brought me such great pleasure. I suppose time has been a thief - stealing my free time when not hard at work by teasing my attention with Facebook, laziness, practically anything at all besides sitting and composing a nice blog entry. I blame most of it on life itself... deaths,births, illnesses, work, moneymaking worries, time spent terribly apart from my mate whose path has turned increasingly away from spending his time at our homestead... Nobody ever really knows what lies around the bend... so I'll keep taking my chances. Cheers - Rabbit Rabbit.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
"Holy cow bubba, that's SOME RABBIT TRACK!"
"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it."
-- Mark Twain
TO ALL YOU "GOOD LUCK IN DECEMBER"
Been a while since I've dropped in on my own blog - guess the fact I turned 55 today helped things along after reading my birthday-mate Mark Twain's sentiment...
It doesn't surprise me that Samuel Clemens was a Corvid fan...indeed it is clear that he studied them at great length, having made many well-appointed observations as noted below.
Here is his most direct opinion on crows:
CROW (INDIAN CROW)
Illustration from first edition of
FOLLOWING THE EQUATOR
I suppose he is the hardest lot that wears feathers. Yes, and the cheerfulest, and the best satisfied with himself. He never arrived at what he is by any careless process, or any sudden one; he is a work of art, and "art is long"; he is the product of immemorial ages, and deep calculation; one can't make a bird like that in a day. He has been reincarnated more times than Shiva; and he has kept a sample of each incarnation, and fused it into his constitution. In the course of his evolutionary promotions, his sublime march toward ultimate perfection, he has been a gambler, a low comedian, a dissolute priest, a fussy woman, a blackguard, a scoffer, a liar, a thief, a spy, an informer, a trading politician, a swindler, a professional hypocrite, a patriot for cash, a reformer, a lecturer, a lawyer, a conspirator, a rebel, a royalist, a democrat, a practicer and propagator of irreverence, a meddler, an intruder, a busybody, an infidel, and a wallower in sin for the mere love if it. The strange result, the incredible result, of this patient accumulation of all damnable traits is, that he does not know what care is, he does not know what sorrow is, he does not know what remorse is, his life is one long thundering ecstasy of happiness, and he will go to his death untroubled, knowing that he will soon turn up again as an author or something, and be even more intolerable capable and comfortable than ever he was before.
In his straddling wide forward step, and his springy sidewise series of hops, and his impudent air, and his cunning way of canting his head to one side upon occasion, hereminds one of the American blackbird. But the sharp resemblances stop there. He is much bigger than the blackbird; and he lacks the blackbird's trim and slender and beautiful build and shapely beak; and of course his sober garb of gray and rusty black is a poor and humble thing compared with the splendid lustre of the blackbird's metallic sables and shifting and flashing bronze glories. The blackbird is a perfect gentleman, in deportment and attire, and is not noisy, I believe, except when holding religious services and political conventions in a tree; but this Indian sham Quaker is just a rowdy, and is always noisy when awake--always chaffing, scolding, scoffing, laughing, ripping, and cursing, and carrying on about something or other. I never saw such a bird for delivering opinions. Nothing escapes him; he notices everything that happens, and brings out his opinion about it, particularly if it is a matter that is none of his business. And it is never a mild opinion, but always violent--violent and profance--the presence of ladies does not affect him. His opinions are not the outcome of reflection, for he never thinks about anything, but heaves out the opinion that is on top in his mind and which is often an opinion about some quite different thing and does not fit the case. But that is his way; his main idea is to get out an opinion, and if he stopped to think he would lose chances.
I suppose he has no enemies among men. The whites and Mohammedans never seemed to molest him; and the Hindoos, because of their religion, never take the life of any creature, but spare even the snakes and tigers and fleas and rats. If I sat on one end of the balcony, the crows would gather on the railing at the other end and talk about me; and edge closer, little by little, till I could almost reach them; and they would sit there, in the most unabashed way, and talk about my clothes, and my hair, and my complexion, and probable character and vocation and politics, and how I came to be in India, and what I had been doing, and how many days I had got for it, and how I had happened to go unhanged so long, and when would it probably come off, and might there be more of my sort where I came from, and when would they be hanged, - and so on, and so on, until I could not longer endure the embarrassment of it; then I would shoo them away, and they would circle around in the air a little while, laughing and deriding and mocking, and presently settle on the rail and do it all over again.
They were very sociable when there was anything to eat - oppressively so. With a little encouragement they would come in and light on the table and help me eat my breakfast; and once when I was in the other room and they found themselves alone, they carried off everything they could lift and they were particular to choose things which they could make no use of after they got them. In India their number is beyond estimate, and their noise is in proportion. I suppose they cost the country more than the government does; yet that is not a light matter. Still, they pay; their company pays; it would sadden the land to take their cheerful voice out of it.
- Following the Equator
Monday, August 01, 2011
What better way to wish everyone good luck this month than by envisioning a lovely gallop across summer gardens, pretty thunderheads overhead, and the slow summer days still ahead to wile away...
As I write this from my sister's computer here in Casper, Wyoming, I am content to imagine time going on indefinitely in this fashion. No routine, no work, just family surrounding each other with comfort and understanding. The silver lining of a tragedy is that the family gets to gather together and share each others company.
My days here will end this week, and I will return to the reality of my own life at home, with the necessity of work and all the mundanity that goes with it.
Postscript: I tried to post this in time for rabbit rabbit wishes on the first day of August, but sadly my sister's computer would not let me post. Thank goodness my sweetie brought his - better late than never.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Rabbit Rabbit and away we go!
Rabbit Rabbit - is this June? More like "JUNUARY" ha ha - we're still having stormy weather here in the bay area of Northern California... Prepping for our big camping trip family reunion at the end of this month at Yellowstone National Park. Guess I'd better pack the snowshoes!