The Ships Of Yule, by Bliss Carman

When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I called the Ships of Yule; Of every rig, from rakish brig And gallant barkentine, To little Fundy fishing boats With gunwales painted green. They used to go on trading trips Around the world for me, For though I had to stay on shore My heart was on the sea. They stopped at every port to call From Babylon to Rome, To load with all the lovely things We never had at home; With elephants and ivory Bought from the King of Tyre, And shells and silks and sandal-wood That sailor men admire; With figs and dates from Samarcand, And squatty ginger-jars, And scented silver amulets From Indian bazaars; With sugar-cane from Port of Spain, And monkeys from Ceylon, And paper lanterns from Pekin With painted dragons on; With cocoanuts from Zanzibar, And pines from Singapore; And when they had unloaded these They could go back for more. And even after I was big And had to go to school, My mind was often far away Aboard the Ships of Yule. Bliss Carman (1861 – 1929) was a Canadian poet-Laureate.

For The Pirate, and GZ.

Not quite..

Closer

Nearly

 

 

 

And not fifty....

I'll leave her to explain in the comments........

Gaggling Geese

                                                    
                                                                                                                                       












Einstein's Geese

Tony Gruenewald

         

Some Princetonians believe

that simply living within

the 08540 postal zone

adds at least

20 points to an IQ.

And they must be convinced

that even the resident geese

that loiter at the office parks

and on the outskirts of town

are literate.

How else can one explain

the sign?

The sign that had to cost enough

to feed and clothe

a family of four for months

in an underdeveloped country.

The sign that reads, "NO GEESE,"

and for added emphasis adds

a picture of a goose

inside the universal

red slashed circle.

And being Princeton geese,

they ignore the sign anyway,

having also inherited

that ivied sense

of entitlement.

While in my neighborhood,

the geese lean on

the black plywood hunting dog silhouettes

meant to discourage them,

smoking cigarettes and making

goose calls at passing women.

And even the park police are

intimidated. When you call to complain,

they confide in hushed tones,

"There’s nothing we can do...

It’s best to try to ignore them.

interim....

Just a few words to say I've not left the planet, I'll be posting soon, just been busy busy busy.
It's exactly one month since I flew out of England to start a new life with my soul-mate, and there's hardly been a moment to catch my breath.

Here's a wedding photo: 24th October 2013.

Today's my birthday, we're going out, on our travels again. I'm planning a blog and email session, maybe tomorrow. so much has happened, so much, so many places, experiences, people, pictures. Oh my.

Best wishes, friends.

Souberkwit's Transport to America is Being Readied

It's early in the morning on the 14th October, 2013. A very big day for me, as I fidget and repack, waiting for it to be time to set off for the airport and the next step toward a new life with the soul-mate I met by commenting on her blog.

It's still hard to believe that at last it's really happening. I've been staying with my brother and his family over the last week, since the final pack-up and move-out of my home, ha, I'm homeless and unemployed at the moment... "Spare a few coins, please?".............
Luckily, I have a roof over my head, and a bed, but they're making me work for it... shifting furniture for the carpet-fitter, fitting radiators....

Yesterday, my brother and I went for a wander around the Royal Air Force Museum in Hendon, North-London. It's free entry, but beware of buying a sandwich. A 3-course meal at the Savoy is probably cheaper. My slice of walnut cake probably bought the nation a new helicopter.

 

 

 

 

 

 A Short Sunderland.

There were no Long Sunderlands, nor even Medium Sunderlands. One size fits all. Short was nominative, as in they were built by Shorts Brothers Aviation.

2nd World War and after. One major role was in anti-submarine warfare, and naval reconnaissance. They were tough.

 

Ah, those stylish germans! No  simple brown and green camo for them!

"Never Apologise for Not Posting"

Never apologise, they say, whoever they are, the self elected experts.

I'm always ready to take advice. Not to follow it, though, so. I apologise for not posting anything for a while. I have a good excuse, I've been packing up my life here in England, both figuratively and literally.

Here it is. A twenty-foot container, being loaded at my erstwhile place of work. My employers set up a table-load of sandwiches in the boardroom, and invited all manner of folks, tenants, contractors, old employees, to come and reminisce and say goodbye, I also got a lot of cards and some presents....

Then back home to the packing, the giving away of things, and the endless bags of stuff consigned to trash.

Ever since I got my K1 Visa application approved at the U.S. Embassy, on the 13th of September, I've been busy. So much to do. I booked my flight for the 14th October, which gave me a solid deadline to work to. Thanks to the help of one or two much appreciated people, I've actually managed it in three, not four weeks.

There were interruptions, like wednesday, where we trucked some boxes over to the temporary store in the morning, then the company took me out to dinner in the afternoon. I was well fed, speeches and presentations were made, the company chairman spoke of a rather wonderful person he first met in 1985, and spoke in glowing terms about him, his character and intelligence, his honesty, his skills in things both practical and theoretical, his ability to relate to others and to help them in times of need.  

A veritable superman.

I was quite confused. 

Why was he talking of this other bloke at MY dinner? Well, it seems there was a confusion. The other guy shares my name, and it seems he worked for the company too, contiguously.  Strange that I never met him. At the end of the speech I clapped politely, and accepted another gift-wrapped parcel on his behalf.

Once the boxes were packed, they were taken in the van to load into the container on the yard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the boxes were all stacked tightly, ceiling-high, the packing team built a bulkhead across the container, and assembled the ramps for loading the Land-Rover.

By two in the afternoon on Thursday, the container doors were locked and sealed, and the truck left, headed for an appointment with a ship bound for the Port of Houston, Texas.

Following that, an evening out with good friends and family, on friday and saturday my brother and I laboured to clear out my  home, and at three on Saturday, I set off south to the northern edge of London to stay with my other brother, and sister-in-law for my final week in England.  

Which is where I am now. I had to rewire the hallway power-socket, fit wooden trim up the stairs, and this afternoon I'm fitting a central-heating radiator. No rest for the wicked.

Oh, and I've redirected my post, spoken to the bank, cancelled phone/broadband/power/water/gas etc. the list is endless.

Now I have to sign off and speak to the Inland Revenue.

I just might manage to update before my flight, next monday, if not.....

Well, I'll be busy right from when I land, I think, there's a trip to the courthouse for a wedding licence on tuesday........

And the wedding's on the 24th October.

Wish us luck!

Stopping for a Pint in Old Tom's Bar, Leadenhall Market, in the City of London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The City's symbol is a dragon, bearing the red cross of Saint George, patron saint of England.

 

 

Approved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hot off the Press: My KI Visa application, to enter the United States as the Fiance of the Red Dirt Girl, with the requirement of then marrying within 90 days of entry to the U.S.A. has been granted as of about 12 mid-day today.

Provisional date of flight is 14th October 2013, provisional date of wedding 24th October 2013.

I am the happiest person you can imagine, today, after all this time, there's not just a glimmer at the end of the tunnel, I'm out in the sunlight.

She's also the happiest person you can imagine, I phoned her at about 6:15 her a.m. to tell her the momentous news.

There'll be another post later.

Cue the Happy Dance!

Yippeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!