At home with a Danish …

What could be better?

An Icelandic mystery yarn on Netflix and a yam, with Danish Blue cheese on the side.  Hog heaven!

The mystery is entitled “Trapped”. So for three days in movieland, the protagonists have been stuck in a small town in eastern Iceland by snowstorm. While they are dealing with a murdered man, who was discovered at the same time the ferry from Denmark pulls in.

Danish Blue? Well anyone who knows blue cheese, should know this?

Brandy … made from wine, distilled three times.

Sweet potato? Sometimes called yams?

Trapped, a review

Laying in State …

More than three months since you have been gone,
there lies a dark hair on my floor.
Accusing and silent,
why did you not find me before?

Should it be kept as a reminder?
Or swept for no more?
Questions unanswered
for the one I adore

We talk on the internet
the last three months and more.
You laughed when I told you,
of what was found just before

My skills are diminished, when sweeping the floor
once a prideful objective;
that when you knocked at the door,
to show how prim and proper, the state of the floor.

Snow overall …

The snow lay white on the city
The usual vehicular buzz was stilled
In the parkade lights, it was so pretty



The ghostly whites gave truth to the sight
that underneath the parkade light
flakes drifted, blowing, aimlessly white

Added to the sight below
Hotel lights shone defiant
giving to the spectre glow



Morning breaks and new footprints show
a testament to the day’s urgencies
of foods, rents and what we owe

Warm moist Pacific air will soon dispel
the magic of the scene and glow
rains now move in. to turn to slush from snow

The birds …


Seagulls wheel and cry
watching them fly
from my window top
overlooking the harbour far out below

Over roofs and trees
may be glimpsed the seas
that surround the lands we call Victoria
and the seagulls wheel and cry

Across the blacktop of parking lot
they sit upon the balustrade
Zen-like waiting for something to happen
Urban crows wait and wait, still waiting

The seagulls wheel by, unleashing their screaming cry
Unhooking the crows from their torpor
Giving flight, they rise, as the car pulls up
spilling its occupants into the parking lot

Seagulls shriek their cry floating in the sky
The crows return to their perch by the wall
Settling feathers ruffling
Awaiting the next one, to stop

Greying purple light, brooding clouds, rain swollen
The carrion birds, huddle now as if consulting the master plan
by ones and twos they head for the trees
leaving the gulls still wheeling in the heavens


It is a wonderful world …

… yet plenty goes on, to bring it and us down.

The words to that piece of music are not great lyrics in of and by themselves.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yet somehow the words and music come together to make a good if not great? Popular song.

Is there a point being made here? … Not really. Just find myself humming along. Thinking about the time it was popular. 1970.

I was turning 21 and my family was all together, prior to later deaths. It was difficult to discern how it all turned out eventually.

Slightly different and in a vaguely ironic way. This was next up from the tube.

Hands up ….

… all those readers; who consider the practice of changing the clocks twice a year to be quite? Well, quite silly!

I find the whole practice to be laughable if it were not so plain stupid. Brought to us, by politicians. So I suppose that explains it?

I wonder who it actually benefits? If it was of benefit to society? It would be long gone by now. We can be sure of that, at least. For it seems, there is little more satisfaction, that a politician gets? Than by reducing benefits for the general public.

tour_img-360097-145This has been proven over and over.

The gif was chosen for the iconic clock image. Whereas, it is the people in this building shown below; we have to thank?



Notice the design reproductions?

Because Britain does this. Canadians are supposed to fall in line and do likewise?

While I have met a very few who just shrug when asked. “how do you feel about it”? Most are vehemently opposed. We might speculate on why, the politicians insist on maintaining the charade.

I suppose like most I cannot be bothered. So until early March when the whole redundant exercise will go the opposite direction. Ho hum …. Sigh!