
Sometimes feel like a shadow a fraud bleak reflection of the beautiful and bright against the wall but sometimes in the setting autumn sun the shadow is the center center of the stage
We all depend upon the sun, ha de Gött!


Sometimes feel like a shadow a fraud bleak reflection of the beautiful and bright against the wall but sometimes in the setting autumn sun the shadow is the center center of the stage
We all depend upon the sun, ha de Gött!


Song lyrics to the music of Queen’s “The great pretender”. Inspired by Hobbo and Out-of-the-cave blogs, click on the names to see their excellent blogs.
Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) pretending that I get things done (ooh no-o) my need is such I postpone to much I'm slow start that no-one can help Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) adrift with a list of to-do's (ooh no-o) I make the plan but to my real shame I just can't get things to move on Too real is the scene kicking cans down the road Too real is my tactics delaying stuff Oh, yes I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) just keep's putting things on hold (ooh no-o) I seem to be stuck, sat on my butt stalling my actions like a fine statuette Pretending that I can get things done Too real is the scene kicking cans down the road Oh yes, I'm the great procrastinator (ooh no-o) just sitting around on my ass (ooh no-o) in my head you see a magical spree but I'm just wearing my sofa down procrastinating to see the truth Pretending I that can get things done
I hope I don’t offend any fans to the fantastic band Queen and the singer Freddie Mercury. As a band aid I also put up the official Freddie Mercury video from Youtube. The song is originally written by Buck Ram (1907 – 1991). Buck Ram was from Chicago, Illinois. Composer, band leader and also the Platters manager. Also the Platters recorded the Great Pretender. Ha de Gött!


A rainy day I will sort things postponed and neglected A rainy day I will get down to it long awaited A rainy day I will sort it all out structure and shape A rainy day I will let it all flow symphony of keys A rainy day I will bloody well will write that novel
But today sun is shining, ha de Gött!


after covid months of home working crowded tight together, no joking family sat down, had a voting daddy won, let's go boating out to the free, wide blue recharge energy, need this true now they sit leeward, close together caught by the harsh windy weather either way you choose you can win and, or loose



Like a white beacon in all the green. The hedge bindweed (Calystegia sepium) got my imagination going with its many English names. But first the Swedish name, “Snårvinda”. Connects to its growth place in bushes where it twines around another plants. Reaches up to four meters. It can be found all over the world in tempered climate in several sub species.
The English names is like a smorgasbord. Rutland beauty, bugle vine, heavenly trumpets, bellbind, granny-pop-out-of-bed and, according to Wikipedia, many more. Please drop a comment if you know any more. Heavenly trumpets seems a fitting name with its innocent white and trumpet shape flowers.
Granny-pop-out-of-bed. In my head plays out the scene with granny jumping out of bed. Dressed in her long white night dress. Hair all white from age and fuzzy from sleep. She dances around like a teenager in the bedroom with the radio playing loud. The song is the Beatles “a hard days night”. Sweeps across the hall to that handsome widower’s room. He wakes up mumbling something about ghosts. He finds his glasses, and his teeth. Puts them in to give her a Liberace smile. They dance all night and just before the staff enters her room she slips back into bed. The staff helps her with the morning things. While wheeling her out to the common room for breakfast they ask if she had a good night. Sure did, she answers and give the widower across the hall a wink of the eye. Now then, ready for pills and bridge thrills before the heavenly trumpets sounds.
Angels sound your horns, Ha de Gött!

What if there were no name to places? All positioning was mathematically. Where do you live? Oh, I live at N58°, E11°.
Would all territorial wars end? Or would we just fight over squares.
What language would be? Or would we only communicate mathematically like computers. In ones and zeros, or hexadecimals.
How about our names? Just a series of numbers, date of birth and a serial number like our social security number. “Happy birthday dear 20210710-0001”.
If we only worked with numbers would all scores be settled?
Did you meet all your numbers? Yes, we had a large family dinner.
Marriage an addition, divorce a subtraction. Making children, multiplying. Would then giving birth be a division?
Genealogy just a matrix.
Sometimes my thoughts don’t add up, ha de Gött!


Amusing, abusing, confusing, bruising, annoying
Words
Playful, syllables, contradictory, conflictory, homonyms
Words
Sharp, gentle, conflicting, peaceful, deceitful
Words
In head, in mouth, pen to paper, keyboard click, deleted
Words
Flow, pearling, block, knock, ……,
Words
Soothing, eluding, exploding, eroding, concluding
Words
Foreign, slang, academic, bureaucratic, dramatic
Words
Congregate, segregate, vindicate, mate, elaborate
Words
Cherish, embrace, think, say, write
This has been bugging my brain for some time and now I finally got it through the keyboard. I just love and hate words. Ha de Gött!



The cherry tree in my garden is about ready to harvest. Thanks to the blog of Picpholio (check out his excellent blog here) I’d like to explore depth of field on this first mature cherry. Thee left picture is taken with less depth of field and the right is taken with more depth of field. You can slide the bar to see the difference. What do you think. Is one better than the other or is it just same, same but different?
So with this post I signal to my father-in-law that is about time to harvest. I can’t eat them. My stomach make wild protests for several days while my lips swells up in a Botox like way. Oh, great idea. Could be my last blog before I move to LA and go in to plastic surgery. Ha de Gött!


Laptop, a bent knee
Desktop, the Sunday roast
Mouse, wire_less
Printer, ink stained fingertips
Bug, on the windshield
Hard drive, hole-in-one
Root, pull the weed out
Library, oh those books
Archive, just in case
File, secret volumes
Keyboard, Ebony and Ivory
Firewall, hot topic
Virus, turns all to zero
IT, Intelligence Terminated
With all those down to earth words how the ….. can it be so difficult? Ha de Gött!


Somewhere in the limbo between sleep and awake he heard a loud, thump. The feeling that something was wrong brought him to fully awake. His wife was already out of bed, screaming, “he fell, he fell out of the bunk bed”. He looked to his side of the double bed. There his son laid on the floor, the concrete floor with only a thin, so thin, carpet. The silence sent shivers down his spine.
As his wife now rounded the bed and reached their eight year old son he could hear the boy’s first sobbing.A stone fell from his heart, alive, he was alive. Gently they started to examine him to see if there was any blood. Even if the fall was a two metre drop to the floor he missed the sharp edge of the bedside table, hair short. Now the boy was crying more and louder. A call to the resort emergency service, where no-one spoke anything but the local language.
Taxi to the local emergency room. Two stressed out parents trying to explain what had happened, to hospital staff that didn’t understand. Finally after several hours a nurse came that spoke some English and could translate. As the first pale morning light reached through the windows he was carrying his little boy through long corridors to the MRI machine. Three days in hospital instead of a fun weekend at the famous resort. It took some years before the family dared to go abroad for a holiday again.
True Story, ha de gött!