tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post1613458043964473181..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: I call for the Pied PiperElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-19143916827022946132012-10-27T17:01:08.130+11:002012-10-27T17:01:08.130+11:00Thanks, Kirk. Thanks, Kirk. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-65902062245950837532012-10-27T01:41:40.690+11:002012-10-27T01:41:40.690+11:00Congratulations.Congratulations.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-41518384517946898452012-10-26T13:29:46.117+11:002012-10-26T13:29:46.117+11:00It's lovely to see you here again, Fazlisa, an...It's lovely to see you here again, Fazlisa, and brings on another smile. Thanks for your good wishes. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-55800098948058445322012-10-26T13:28:26.171+11:002012-10-26T13:28:26.171+11:00I tried to follow your link, Pviljoen, but it refu...I tried to follow your link, Pviljoen, but it refused to show. It hid like the mice. I'd like to read it so if you can send it again, I'll get onto it. In the meantime the image of the bejeweled mouse at the foot of Buddha pops into my memory. And also many of the fantasy elements to which you allude confirm your idea that a story might well be here in the making. <br /><br />Thanks, Pviljoen.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-43152754873903577572012-10-26T13:24:23.714+11:002012-10-26T13:24:23.714+11:00It has been quite a journey, Anthony, to get to th...It has been quite a journey, Anthony, to get to the day on which I could wear that floppy hat. Over seven years in all, part time of course. As you say I was very happy in that photo, I still am, and relieved to have finished this task, but now I'm onto the next, the book and from here it seems so much harder.<br /><br />Thanks, Anthony. <br /><br /><br />Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-8224305988024423892012-10-26T13:22:05.467+11:002012-10-26T13:22:05.467+11:00I'm afraid I tend to meander in my writing a g...I'm afraid I tend to meander in my writing a great deal, Elizabeth, so I'm glad it was something you enjoyed here.<br /><br />Thanks for your good wishes. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-25750854782093598032012-10-26T13:20:48.070+11:002012-10-26T13:20:48.070+11:00I reckon fleas are worse than mice, Christine, tho...I reckon fleas are worse than mice, Christine, though I may be wrong. I fear we have the odd flea here via the cats and dog, but we do our best to exterminate them too. <br /><br />Thanks for the good wishes, Christine. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-80438261846713832022012-10-26T13:19:03.154+11:002012-10-26T13:19:03.154+11:00I'm glad you keep reading, Rob -bear, and than...I'm glad you keep reading, Rob -bear, and thanks for the good wishes. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-56925429912772165572012-10-26T13:18:30.066+11:002012-10-26T13:18:30.066+11:00It is a photo of my recent graduation, Heidi and y...It is a photo of my recent graduation, Heidi and yes, we shall continue to have fun as you say with those mice. For us here in Melbourne, australia, Spring flowers in abundance. For you over there, falling leaves. Two sides of the same world.<br /><br />Thanks, Heidi. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-33435313716094111352012-10-26T13:15:01.509+11:002012-10-26T13:15:01.509+11:00I'm glad you like the look of that hat, Joanne...I'm glad you like the look of that hat, Joanne. As I said earlier it was not so comfortable, hard around my forehead, but I rarely wear hats. As for the musicians of Bremen they would liven up any occasion.<br /><br />Thanks, Karen. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-8948221072626375352012-10-26T13:13:06.332+11:002012-10-26T13:13:06.332+11:00You're not the first to put the mice together ...You're not the first to put the mice together with the achievement, Karen. After all, I started this process.<br /><br />Thanks. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-21238156130410323362012-10-26T13:11:50.260+11:002012-10-26T13:11:50.260+11:00People here once thought of possums as darling lit...People here once thought of possums as darling little creatures, Jim, but now we consider them vermin, especially the brush tail possums, the bigger ones that eat the tips off our roses and whatever fruit bearing trees exist. they love all succulents. But your squirrels sound delightful. In my fantasy they stick to nuts but that's because I've watched too many Disney movies. <br /><br />I'm becoming increasingly immune to he impact pf these dead animals, especially at the moment. It seems we encounter one a day. My daughters go hysterical, and cannot reconcile their beloved cats to the monstrous actions eating innocent mice but that's the way it is - survival of the fittest. I find my own disdain disturbing.<br /><br />When I die I hope to be buried as does my husband. perhaps it's the Catholic upbringing. After our funeral trip to Toolangi on Sunday my husband told me he hated the idea of 'scattering' his brother. <br /><br />I had a similar sentiment as if we were breaking him up into bits and pieces. It's ridiculous because it is no longer a body that we deal with once it's broken down but there is something special about the ashes. I cannot be as cavalier about them as I can about the dead animals. <br /><br />It seemed strange when the wind blew some of the ashes back onto my clothes. I joked about my brother in law getting into my hair. We all joked similarly maybe as a way of softening the solemnity of the occasion. <br /><br />Thanks, Jim. <br /><br /><br /><br />Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-46883974033332886172012-10-25T19:31:57.683+11:002012-10-25T19:31:57.683+11:00It's a funny hat, Mimi, not so comfortable as ...It's a funny hat, Mimi, not so comfortable as much as for show. I like the idea of mouse poop as a creative gem. Bring it on. I need more such gems.<br /><br />Thanks, Mimi. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-4891426699437683412012-10-25T19:30:13.414+11:002012-10-25T19:30:13.414+11:00I'm trying to slow down, Andrew, but in spite ...I'm trying to slow down, Andrew, but in spite of myself still going fast. Thanks. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-8936224944140477372012-10-25T19:29:18.115+11:002012-10-25T19:29:18.115+11:00Another mouse last night, River. Another cat brou...Another mouse last night, River. Another cat brought it in. We can plug holes inside but the mice will still come in with the cats from the garden. <br /><br />Never mind. I'm getting used to these nightly burials.<br /><br />Thanks, River. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-52157793406920928882012-10-24T19:50:08.897+11:002012-10-24T19:50:08.897+11:00Congratulations Elisabeth! You looked joyous and ...Congratulations Elisabeth! You looked joyous and I LOVE your smile!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02399300464457820101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-44502039709869504282012-10-23T19:18:40.254+11:002012-10-23T19:18:40.254+11:00Now let's see: four mice all in all. Fearless....Now let's see: four mice all in all. Fearless. So far so good. In a consulting room, being consulted by another female, who produced the fourth fearless mouse. Did you realise that in fairy tales and psychology there is very little differentiation for gender and or creature? The consulted and consultor are both you. So are the mouse. Story brewing I'm sure. In - I think Buddhism - there's a royal mouse, bejewelled, sitting at the feet of Buddha.<br /><br />Lived in the city once. Cars and trucks and trains and people - a quietish Sunday afternoon saw mice (rats actually) cavorting on the pavement. It's true, they really were playing with each other. If I may, have a look at http://pviljoen.wordpress.com/the-mouse-the-owl-and-the-snake. Story flowed from that observation. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-11781882336634010312012-10-22T14:53:20.859+11:002012-10-22T14:53:20.859+11:00The photo's great. You look so happy. Well des...The photo's great. You look so happy. Well deserved. It’s nice being here these last few years following your journey for a day with such a smile and the funny hat. <br />The stories on your mice bring back memories of past places shared with them. <br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-12309749151090200872012-10-22T14:17:32.565+11:002012-10-22T14:17:32.565+11:00Congratulations, Elisabeth -- you look MAHVELOUS! ...Congratulations, Elisabeth -- you look MAHVELOUS! And I loved the meandering style of this essay --Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-24419552776832369712012-10-22T13:51:11.754+11:002012-10-22T13:51:11.754+11:00Congratulations!!! The portrait of the new doctor ...Congratulations!!! The portrait of the new doctor is lovely. <br /><br />And mice... hmmm... I remember fleas in the house I was visiting... they were not mine...Christinehttp://www.freudinoceania.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-80524500144702235042012-10-22T09:16:11.563+11:002012-10-22T09:16:11.563+11:00No wisdom to offer on any of this. But I keep read...No wisdom to offer on any of this. But I keep reading. Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-9820264492641569682012-10-21T06:06:29.007+11:002012-10-21T06:06:29.007+11:00Well now I'm not sure about the mouse thing. H...Well now I'm not sure about the mouse thing. Have fun thing about that for weeks to come since you now have spring. It's odd because here the leaves are falling.<br />Graduation ? Congrats. Nice snap.Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-69298301353102255042012-10-21T00:47:35.656+11:002012-10-21T00:47:35.656+11:00Your hat is perfect! I have nothing profound to s...Your hat is perfect! I have nothing profound to say about your dreams except I do hope you include the Pied Piper next time. Or the Bremerton musicians. That would liven the scene.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-58589687544108349592012-10-20T23:13:29.877+11:002012-10-20T23:13:29.877+11:00Congratulations on your wonderful achievement, Eli...Congratulations on your wonderful achievement, Elisabeth. And good luck getting rid of your meeces. <br />Now, there are two of the strangest sentences I have ever put together!<br />Karen CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-68846565141682135362012-10-20T23:08:27.125+11:002012-10-20T23:08:27.125+11:00Although we lived as close to the countryside when...Although we lived as close to the countryside when I was a kid growing up mice were not something I saw especially often. Mum grilled one once which was upsetting but especially for her who preferred the company of animals to people; animals don't follow agendas, just instinct. Very occasionally one of her cats would turn up on the back doorstep and present her with a dead mouse or a vole and seemed genuinely perplexed when she wasn't delighted by their offering. None of her cats were particularly good mousers thankfully. <br /><br />Here though we live on the first floor somehow the field mice have been finding their way in. Brazen wee buggers they are too. I remember the first one to appear. I was sitting in my leather chair in my office—the one I'm reading in in the photos—and I happened to glance out of the door and there he was. He looked at me and I looked at him and then he scurried off into the living room presumably to feast on the bird's seeds. We bought humane traps, set them and waited but while we waited for them to get enticed by the smell of peanut butter we enjoyed their antics. I think I evicted about ten that first year but only two or three the next year. We'll just have to see how many the cold drives inside this year. I don't begrudge them a bit of warmth. <br /><br />A few weeks back we heard this clatter from the kitchen. When I investigated I found a partially-gnawed pear and assumed it was a mouse so we set traps and waited but nothing and then about a week later I happened to look out of the kitchen window and there he was, a grey squirrel who leapt from the ledge onto the drainpipe and shimmied his way up to the next floor presumably to see if their window was open. Again rather than throw my hands up in disgust I found myself delighted by this discovery. I am my mother's son. As far as she was concerned every creature that entered her back garden was starving and she became its protector and guardian.<br /><br />There is much talk here in the UK about phasing out cheques completely. I think the chequebook I'm using currently is a good ten years old which tells you how often I write cheques. Everything gets paid by credit card these days and Carrie takes care of all of that online. For some reason it's my job to pay the TV licence though. Not sure why that's any different to any other bill but every year that's my job. <br /><br />I've never scattered anyone's ashes. Both my parents were cremated but we never did anything with the ashes. The crematorium wrote to me when they sent their bill with various options but we're not that kind of family. I paid them—by cheque I expect—and asked them to dispose of the ashes for us. Neither my brother nor our sister showed any interest in having them either. We're not sentimental like that. Once you're dead you're dead. Ashes are just ashes. We grieved, each of us in our own way, but once that was done we got on with our lives. I've never been one for ceremonies. <br /><br />I see you've been to one recently though with your floppy hat and everything. My daughter is sitting her final exams this week for her Degree in Psychology and I've told her that I want a photo of the two of us, her in her gown and me looking proud. I probably won't go the ceremony though. I'll book a photographer for shortly afterwards and maybe buy a new suit—not that I have much use for one apart from that; they can burn me in it I suppose when my times comes as long as I don't put on too much weight between now and then.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com