A Very Dally Welcome to all and sundry....

And so I do my normal trick, and write two blog entries very close to one another, and then not post again for months. Bad me, I know. However, I am attempting to update my blog regularly I guess, at least for the moment.

Now, who, might you ask, is the silly bugger in the picture? That's my boy, that is! Silly little twerp that he is. But I felt like playing with some picture software I have on my computer, and that's what I came up with. Much better than an average normal every day kind of piccie, don't you think?

He's a mad dog though. We're in the process of getting new neighbours in the rent-a-house next door, and he's determined to "meet and greet" with every person that comes to look at the place! Damn annoying at times!

He's learnt to bark recently too. Or howl, to be more exact. Think bloodhounds on the Yorkshire Moors in the dead of night on a dark and stormy evening, worthy of Mr Sherlock Holmes, in fact, and you're getting close to the sound he makes when he lets loose. I was recently bailed up by him one night last week, when I snuck out to spy on him in his sleep as he was making very loud happy puppy whimperings (and little paws going all asunder), and I wanted to catch him in the act, but instead he woke up before I got to him, and bailed me up on my back deck with a blood-curdling howling that would make any would-be burgler run for them-thar-hills....

He's still madly digging up the place, and shredding everything in sight, and bailing me up every single bloody time I go out the door (did I mention he's an excitable pup?), but he's slowly learning where he fits into the fabric of things, which is good.

He still hates storms, rain, and fireworks, and I often find him looking very sulky and sooky at me through my door when there are pretty flashy lights in the sky that go "bing", and yet I wouldn't be without him, I guess. He's even learning to let me drink my coffee in the morning when I go and sit on the back deck with him (though this time at a table and chairs, rather than on the steps).

He has a habit of "praying" before dinner too. It's very funny, because the pose he gets into looks very much like he is saying grace! Up on his back legs, with his front paws clasped together on the table, head bowed....

:-)

Such is the life of the dalmatian, I guess....

Angst and the world we live in...or the quill is mightier than the sword...

Okay, so it's been awhile....again! But I've been busy saving the world. Surely you can understand that, right? It's not like saving the world is something that can be done overnight, afterall...it's a long-term project; something once set to simmer gently over a low heat, while the correct ingredients are procured, diced, sliced, sautee'd and added slowly to the whole conglomeration of smells and textures in the mixing pot of life. That said..... :-)

Life has been busy recently. And cold. I've noticed, after re-reading the entire listing of posts that I've made since I started this blog, the large amount of mentions of the weather, primarily of the cold sort. Now either, I am ONLY posting in the winter months (which is a distinct possibility with me, given how slack I am these days in my blogging), or else Australia is in a state of continual cold weather, never ending, hard to endure, and always worthy of a good bitch.

So where do I stand in the state of things just currently? What am I doing with my life? What are my dreams, my hopes, my plans? Hmmm... the basic answer, the easy answer in fact, is "not a whole lot", though it would both be true and untrue to say that. In some ways I've been exceedingly busy, in other ways, I've sat on my hands and twiddled my thumbs (now THERE'S an image!).

But I expect that the truth of it is that I am living my life for the NOW. I have things planned for the future, sure - lots of things - but for now, I am laying the path for what will come. Saving the world, in a way. :-)

Or at least....attempting to make my little mark on the world as I see it. Perhaps I will manage to change this orb, hanging in space, that we, as a whole, call "home". Perhaps I will just add to its angst. Gotta love that angst! But just perhaps I will leave an indelible mark on this beautiful blue ball known as EARTH, and 200 years from now, some lonely little sod, (all full of angst, as I am sure teenagers will continue to be for aeons to come) will find something I have written, and feel changed by it. Or at least, will stop and consider, if only for a minute, that they aren't the first person on Earth to feel the way they do. And perhaps (most probably), they will forget I ever existed 10 seconds later, when they move onto the next topic, but if they only remember for the brief time it takes to read, ingest, digest, and consider something, then those of us who take up the mighty quill have done our jobs correctly.

That said, for now, I am happy to fill these pages with my words, and to fill my ledgers with even more words, one day to be gone over, picked through, considered, reworked, thrown out, recovered from the trash, considered again, laughed at, and then put aside for a rainy day so I can go through the whole merry process again.

I have other things to say, but they can, perhaps, wait for another day and another blog.

Toodles.