It's a gloomy, dreary and rainy day here today - quite suitable for Armistice (Remembrance) Day.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month has just passed. I noted that National Radio devoted about 5 seconds of silence to commemorate the fact which sadly is becoming the norm where indifference has overtaken remembrance and caring.
Good old Richard cares though and he and Shelley will be no doubt making loud noises somewhere in Wainuiomata - not outside the RSA which by all accounts has been closed though - further evidence of the decline of the remembrance and caring.
I get it that young people don't see the relevance of these things particularly as they don't have the close or closer connections to the events of the First and Second World Wars where people of my age had grandparents, parents and other family members involved but its a shame. The indifference unfortunately comes hand in hand with forgetfulness of the dangers of radical thoughts and actions. The rise of nationalism and white supremacy (fascism and authoritarianism) seems to have come around over the last decade and the results can be seen in far right governments around the world, even in countries that had direct suffering from Nazism, Stalinism and the fascist regimes of the early days of the last century. The rise of these cancers in the 1930s has parallels with what has been happening in Europe, South America, Asia and USA especially underscored by the 2024 USA election. "Oh, when will you ever learn?"
My tip-run plans for today are on hold so I'll be sorting out stuff indoors. Yesterday, after completing the deck-staining project I brought down about 30 crates and boxes of stuff from the attic. The day before I completed the courtyard brickwork job (grouting and then chlorine washing) so that's another job ticked off the list.
I advertised on Neighbourly today for a landscape gardener to terrace the front garden and for a handyman to help with outdoor house-work like scraping, painting, bog-filling, board replacement etc. There are just so many things to do.
When will I ever learn?
6 comments:
Long time passes.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn.
By the way, we call our dog engineer because every time we kick him he makes a bolt for the door.
We call our cat carpenter because he's always doing odd jobs around the house.
Yep. Dad jokes or, in your case, grandad jokes.
I call my cat LGBT because when I over feed her she does a rainbow puke.
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