Being warned by GPS, and it not yet being time to return to our own country, we returned to our temporary home by a non-freeway route. And so it came to pass that we were stopped in traffic behind, um, a reindeer, I think. A pretty intent-looking reindeer. Thus was the day was an odd mix of sacred and secular intimations of the birth of Jesus.
But the day was not done with oddness. A drip of something melted-cheese-like on our temporary kitchen table presented the best-formed face EVER. I mean, teeth and all, channelling a Casper-the-Ghost vibe.
He’s afraid of being wiped out!
Barbara – He was right to be afraid.
When Mercedes Stephenson reports on Global National, with the pseudo-backdrop of the parliament buildings behind her, the blue lights in some of the windows of whatever tower that is make quite a credible face. IF I manage to have a camera handy, I’ll try to catch it for you.
Jim T
Jim T – 🙂 Excellent.
Thank you for the reminder of Eliot’s The Journey of The Magi. And for the reminder that some days do evoke Biblical stories, which is why we have those stories, I presume.
Laurna – Yes, in the last 2,000 years our lives have progressed immeasurably in technical/technological terms, but in human terms, maybe not so much. We have many of the same concerns and comforts, I think.
At one time there were hangovers where I felt just like that.
Ken – Hahaha. Half-melted? So glad those days are over.