08 September, 2006

Pelican Pie III

Oh, the delight of listening to the marvellous podcast Rimo Latino (here), one of the few podcasts that we listen to over and over again. Neil Hohmann produces this excellent podcast every two weeks or so. He must be off on vacation, well deserved, but we are getting a bit desperate for new Latino nutrients. Patience. Patience.

Nomad Son is off for the night camping with friends somewhere on the Baltic Sea. Darling daughter is off watching her friend perform in the opera, Saul. She should be back any moment now.

So WoW-hubby and I pass the hours away in quiet occupation. Good music. Good wine. Good feeling that our small world is Just Right. Small mercies of the gentle kind.


Don’t ask where the pelican comes from. I believe this is the third collage it has appeared in. Mainly it crops up because of memories of sailing the coast of Venezuela and seeing the pelican formations flying just over the surface of the water on some mysterious mission. They have a certain dignity, as well as being absurdly pompous: like a parade of old generals in times of peace.

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