We decided on a Moth calendar for 2025 - 2025! - and spent Tuesday afternoon choosing some of Captain Moth-Butterfly's lovely moth shots to go on it. Though I have decided to use the shot of a moray eel (not a moth) displaying its teeth to head this blog, as it was also my dental check up on Tuesday. Captain B kindly chauffered me - his car is still AWOL - and while I was under the cosh he took my car off for its winter wash and wax at Tesco's.
And, hurray! - I got a bit of positive health news. A rare creature these days. My dentist is happy with my teeth and my dental routine. My next appointment is fixed for May next year.
Will I be here then? What state will my teeth be in? And what state will the world be in?!
We will soon know, It's November and the end of the year is hurtling towards us.
And we heard this week that Donald Trump has been elected as President of the USA. I wish him all the best with it, the same I would have wished Kamala Harris had she been elected. It is an impossible job, given that we were not designed for it. As the Hebrew Scriptures warn "it does not belong to man who is walking even to direct his step".
Time continues to rush me along, so I have gone back to this poem by Alison Brackenbury, which seems to become truer by the year.
Staying at Furnace Farm
by Alison BrackenburyAll houses have noises. In Maggie's old house
I hear a rush. It is taps, I think, water.
Unsteady with dreams, I go to the window.
No rain beats the curtain. The night is half over.
I have heard time.
She ran down the stairs
like a girl to her lover.
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