The rain has gone and the sun has returned, along with blue skies.
Blue skies smilin’ at me
Nothin’ but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singin’ a song
Nothin’ but bluebirds all day long
Today, the bluebirds are staying firmly out of the weather. It’s still cold, cold enough to penetrate an old man’s chest with chill fingers, leaching energy and leaving emptiness behind. I’m fine, and recovering well enough to feel that I may have had the last bout of the sickness but many are still languishing. Some old folks have gone over to pneumonia–the “old man’s friend”–which is not good. We’ve had the pneumonia jab now for some years and, while I still regard it with some misgivings, immunity to this one is available free, with one quick jab.
My head’s been filled with Parthenoid dreams and, today especially, with Japanese traditional responses to nature. I’d like to visit Japan one day. And re-visit Athens, and Rome. No urge to go on to see for myself just how big the pyramids are–I’m perfectly happy to take other peoples’ word for it.
Hey ho. Perhaps tomorrow there will be bluebirds.
