mandag den 31. oktober 2022

Poetry Monday :: Scary Poem

I'm awfully sorry, but my thoughts are all filled up with tomorrow - election day. Photos from a trip to town today:

Scary

Scarier

and probably the worst poem, I ever wrote. Please, bear with me.

Now Halloween is scary
But Hallows eve has nary
A vampire's chance in hell
To scare me as tomorrow will ..
It is election day!

Tomorrow will be dreary
and leave me sad and weary
When all is said and done
and day has had its run
It is election day!

Tomorrow they'll be merry
The jesters. Hot and airy
is every word they say
like animals they bray.
It is election day!

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Next Monday: Oatmeal

Poetry Monday :: Halloween :: No Poetry

Today it's Poetry Monday once again. The theme: Halloween!
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 Diane - who has taken over the hosting of  this challenge - and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings - who supplies us with many of the topics - are also writing wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read them!
  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging after her husband's passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way, now that her mum's health is in need of a prayer too. But still we dare hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.

 
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I love Halloween and I am happy that it has finally made it to Denmark. There's two reasons for this. The first is a bit grumpy: You see, the shops think we're ready for Christmas decorations on the second week of October, but why? The Autum holidays are always week 42, and Christmas thingies are in the shop from week 41 onwards.
Luckily now the Halloween celebrations mean that the Christmas candy andsuch are living a bit in the shadows at least until tomorrow.

The second reason why we in the Owlery do not mind all the hullabaloo around Halloween is that it is a chance to tell the Owlets of all the saints only known to God, and that they are celebrated in this strange way. Saints are almost unknown in Denmark anyway. That we have an extra excuse to eat some candy, bake a cake or two and celebrate is not a matter of objection :) and here we are against the current as almost always as chatholics, we're totallly atypic here, so all Hallows eve is a nice excuse to tell of Saints - all the known and even more all the unnkown ones to be celebrated tomorrow.

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But Poetry Monday ... a poem is expected. I had one this morning, but it left my brain as the alarm sounded ...

While I'm thinking - and hopefully re-create what I was thinking of here's something spooky for you.


søndag den 30. oktober 2022

Sunday Selections :: Søndagsbilleder (30/10)

Vi starter i den gnavne ende. Sådan her ser infoskærmene på stationen ud, når højttaleren lige har fortalt, at toget til Hillerød ankommer, forsinket om 10 til 12 minutter, hvilket det da også gjorde.

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We start with a grumpy MotherOwl. This is what the info screens told us at the station this morning. The loudspeaker had just announced that the train to Hillerød was delayed and would arrive in 10 to 12 minutes, which it did!
Denne her tæller altid bare ned.           Men denne her - den skulle opdatere i live-tid, helt af sig selv.
Der er nogen, der skal indtaste           Det er så ikke OK, vel?
noget, før den viser korrekt,
så den er undskyldt.
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This one is just an automatic               But this one is one of those fancy-pants updating in real time
count down thingie, someone            info-media screens.  
has to press some buttons for             This is not OK.
it to be correct.
I did not expect better here.

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Ja, vi kom for sent til messen, og kirken var fuld!
På vej hjem havde togene næsten indhentet sig selv. Det var kun sølle to minutter forsinket. Men det er da også nok, når buschaufføren i den bus, vi skal nå, er af "køreplanen skal overholdes for enhver pris"-typen. Vi så bussen køre, da toget rullede ind på stationen.
Så har vi tre valg, vente en time på næste bus, gå hjem (hvilket tager 55 minutter), eller tage en taxa.

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Of course we were late for mass, and the church was packed today.
On our way back the trains still had slight delays - we're talking two minutes here. And of course the bus driver on the bus we had to catch from Helsinge going home, was of the "Go by the rules" kind. He left the station, as the train arrived. We saw it depart. One hour wait, walk home  (55 minutes walk), or take a taxi.

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Og nu til de gode og smukke ting. Sommertiden endte i nat. Nu passer uret på væggen igen med mit indre ur.

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And now for the good and beautiful things. Daylight sawing time ended tonight. Now the clock on the wall once again fits my inner time.

Da vi tog afsted, tog jeg et billede af vores busstoppested

In the morning I took a photo of our bus stop.



Denne puppe hang der nemlig - gad vide, hvad den bliver til.

This chrysalis was hanging around - I wonder what it'll turn into.

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Senere på dagen tog Uglemor på en cykeltur for at se til andemaden i de små vandhuller langs den nye cykelsti.

Later in the day MotherOwl went on a bike ride to check out the duckweeds in the waterholes along the new bike path.

Jeps her gror de.  --- Yes in this one they're growing.

Se hvor fint vandet ser ud, man kan faktisk se bunden noget af vejen. 

Look at the water here, you can see the bottom for quite a way towards the deeper parts.

Her ville andemaden ikke gro, og vandet er uklart og fuldt af alger

The duckweeds did not thrive here. The water is murky and nasty with algae growing between the plants to the left.


Uglemor stoppede øverst på bakken og nød udsigten ud over markerne mod vest (der er lige et hjørne af uglemors cykel med på billedet).

MotherOwl stopped at the top of the bike path and looked out over the fields to the West (MotherOwl's bike can be seen in the lower left corner).

Så fyldte Uglemor lommerne med frø fra grøftekantens smukke blomster, De skal med hjem og sås i det vilde hjørne.

MotherOwl saw some pretty flowers on the banks of the waterholes and filled her pockets with seeds to be sown in her wild corner.

Næsten hjemme faldt Uglemor over denne her svamp, den er gammel og garanteret fuld af orm,, men den er flot (Uglemors cykel er med på billedet igen), og det er ved at blive mørkt.

Almost home again, MotherOwl found this mushroom, old and full of worms, but still pretty (notice the bike here too). And it's getting dark.

I tusmørket gik Uglemor rundt i haven og så: En døvnælde i blomst,

While darkness fell, MotherOwl walked her garden and saw: A deadnettle still flowering,


stokroser, der også stadig blomstrer,

hollyhocks also still flowering,

en kardebolle med masser af frø til sultne stillidser,

a wild teasel with lots of seeds for hungry goldfinches,

et lækkert æble på plænen, men hvad er nu det?

a tempting, red apple om the lawn ... but now what?

Der er vist nogen, der har fundet en genvej til æbler!

Somebody found a shortcut to apples!

Og vores Maria-relief uden én eneste blomst. Undskyld. I morgen, den sidste dag i oktober, skal der nok komme nye blomster.

And our relief of the Virgin Mary, with nary a flower, in October. Sorry, tomorrow, the last day of October, I'll remedy this.

Indenfor huskede jeg også at tage et billede af en træ med masser af tyske klokker.

And lastly inside again, I remembered to take a photo of this 'tree' filled with German bells.

lørdag den 29. oktober 2022

Fredagsfrustrationer - Mere af det samme? -- More of the Same?

Jeg ved altså godt at det er lørdag, men jeg føler mig helt igennem fredagsfrustreret i dag.

Når jeg åbner Facebook, hvilket jeg gør nu og da for at følge mine børn og venners færden, åbner jeg altid i Grupper (jeg er ikke en døjt interesseret i mit newsfeed med alt dets fnidder-fnadder og reklamer). Og hver gang får jeg ustandseligt en masse forslag til nye grupper, som jeg måske kunne tænke mig at deltage i. Men jeg har ikke lyst til at deltage i nogen af dem. FB foreslår nemlig kun grupper, der ligner dem, jeg allerede er medlem af - ofte med de samme medlemmer. Ikke relevant. De grupper, jeg er medlem af, er nok, og de fleste af dem er dem, jeg STADIG er medlem af efter at jeg har forladt en del grupper, når den pågældende interesse ikke længere havde højeste prioritet - de fravalgte grupper er ofte øverst på listen.
   Det samme gælder, når jeg søger efter noget i min browser. Jeg får de samme gamle forslag og søgeresultater som altid - bortset fra nu og da, hvor jeg har glemt at bogmærke eller tage et skærmdump, for så er det lige meget hvor længe eller flittigt jeg leder, siden er for evigt forsvundet i internettets støvede afkroge.
   Jeg ved ikke, om jeg er et særtilfælde eller hvad, men hvis jeg allerede er medlem af tre-fire meget aktive strikkegrupper, er jeg ikke interesseret i at deltage i endnu en gruppe, men måske kunne en hæklegruppe eller en kniplegruppe eller noget helt andet fange min interesse.
     Nogle gange får jeg lyst til at søge efter grupper om marketing, hestevæddeløb, sportsvæddemål, motorcykelpleje, femstjernede hoteller, eksklusiv gin eller whisky eller lokalpolitikere fra et andet sted i Danmark for at få nulstillet min søgehistorik.

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Yes I know it's Saturday, but I feel thoroughly Friday Frustrated today.

When ever I open Facebook, which I do now and then to follow my kids and friends' whereabout, I open it in the Groups Window (I'm not a tad interested in my newsfeed with all its hustle and bustle and advertisements. And every time without fail I am given a slew of suggestions of new groups I might want to join. Only I do not want to join any of them. FB suggests only groups totally alike those I already am a member of - often with the same members. Not relevant. Those I am a member of are enough, and most of them are the ones I am STILL a member of after pruning when that interest did not take top priority any longer - the pruned groups being often top selections.

Same when I search for something in my browser. I am given the same old suggestions and search results as always - except for that one time, when I forget to bookmark or take a screenie, then no matter how long or diligently I look that page is lost forever in the dusty corners of the interwebs.

I don't know if I am a special case or something, but if I am already the member of 3 or 4 very active knitting groups, then I am probably not interested in joining yet another one, but maybe a crochet group, or tatting or something could catch my interest. I sometimes feel like searching for groups on marketing, horse racing, sports betting, motorbike maintenance, five star hotels, exclusive gin or whiskeys, or local politicians from somewhere else in Denmark only to reset my search history.

fredag den 28. oktober 2022

Kurt og angsten for den daglige avis - anden udgave

Abstract in English:
In a few days (November 1st) we'll have an election to our Folketing (parliament). Looking at the surveys I see a scaring tendency: The young voters are going to the right wing and the populistic parties. 
Here I ask myself if the uneasy feeling I have in the pit of my stomach when reading the papers or listening to the news in any way can be compared to how the normal German felt in the early or mid 1930es?
Did they turn off the wireless, fold the newspaper together in a hurry, shut up during coffee break discussions etc. hoping it would pass or maybe even get better? I feel like a coward for not screaming and shouting, but at the same time I feel dispirited and despondent.


I anledning af det kommende folketingsvalg genoptrykker jeg dette indlæg fra oktober 2018 i en, som det hed i gamle dage, "forøget og formeret" udgave.

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Nogen gange tænker jeg på om folk i 30'ernes Tyskland mon havde det lidt på samme måde som Kurt og jeg har det? Foldede de mon hastigt avisen sammen igen? Fik de også ondt i maven af at tænde for radioen? Kunne de ikke rigtigt holde ud at høre andre mennesker diskutere over kaffen?

Nødvendige forholdsregler
Ikke åbne for gaveboden
Fornuftige besparelser
Tvangsdigitalisering
For handelens skyld
Landbrugets krav
Ansvarlig politik 
Scan selv-kasse
Overvågning
Besparelser
Selvcensur
Selvskade
Varm luft
MitID
Bidød 
#metoo
Fedtlag
Besparelser
Burkaforbud
DJØF'icering
Krammeforbud
Utåleligt ophold
Gør det selv-service
Funktionelle lidelser
Hvidvaskningsskandaler
Rygeforbud på matriklen
Arbejdsprøvning med egen seng

Var det også sådan, folk oplevede det i 30ernes Tyskland?
Gik de mon i indre eksil?
Eller ventede de på at det gik over hvis nu ikke de sagde noget eller gjorde noget der kunne få dem til at blive lagt mærke til?
 Håbede de mon bare, at det ikke ramte nogen de kendte, eller deres familie?

Ligesom Kurt har jeg længe haft lyst til at udstøde et fuldtonende AAAAARGH!

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En ting der kan gøre mig rigtig utryg ved fremtiden, er den seneste meningsmåling.

Det ser nogenlunde ud, når vi ser på befolkningen som helhed:
Man kan kønsopdele meningsmålingen. Det giver ikke det store. Som altid er der lidt flere socialdemokratiske og "lyserøde" vælgere blandt kvinderne.

Men hvis man trykker på UNGE, sker der virkelig noget. Og det er uhyggeligt:


Vi tager den lige i mandater i stedet
ALLE:

UNGE:

Hvad blev der af dem her? (Kilde DR.dk)

Er de mon alle sammen endt her (kilde Kristeligt Dagblad)