Poetry Monday :: Side Profile of a Person (Blogtober 20)

Today it was very obvious that those prompts are meant for drawing, not poeming. I had problems with this Side Profile of a Person. I could think of one thing only. When I can do nothing else, short, regulated poems like Haiku, Epulaeryu, or Elfje is what saves me. Also today.

Profile
Not mine
But it's known
To all of us.
Coins!

And this made me think ... we had a new king January 2024. Maybe it's time for coins with his profile instead of his mother's?

I looked at the homepage of the Dainsh National Bank (also Mint), and in a newsletter from February 2024 they told me that:

The launch of regular circulation coins featuring King Frederik 10 is expected to take place at the end of 2025. More information about this will be available on the Nationalbank's website during 2025.

Well, there's been no news since this. I wonder what's happening.

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I dag var det meget let at se, at det er tegne-stikord, ikke til digte. Jeg kunne ikke rigtig finde på noget, kun én ting, faktisk. Og når jeg ikke kan hitte på noget, er det korte digte med regler, som Haiku, Epulaeryu eller Elfje, der redder mig. Også i dag.

Profil.
Ikke min
En vi kender
og ser hver dag.
Mønter!


Det her digt fik mig til at tænke at eftersom Frederik X blev konge i januar 2024, var det vel snart på tide at han kom på mønterne. Jeg læste så på Nationalbankens hjemmeside en nyhed fra februar 2024:

Lanceringen af almindelige cirkulationsmønter med Kong Frederik 10. forventes at ske i slutningen af 2025. Der vil komme mere information om dette på Nationalbankens hjemmeside i løbet af 2025.

Siden er der ikke kommet noget nyt ... gad vide, hvad der er sket?

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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Oct 27 Journey between stars
Nov 3 Funeral
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs

Sunday Selection ~ SøndagsbilledeMorgenfruer ~ Calendula (Blogtober 19)

It's still October, the colour of the month is still the same

Det er stadig oktober, og månedens farve er stadigvæk den samme

Calendula petals have the right colour. Each summer I fill this glass with dried petals to use for soaping and un-petroleum jellies in the coming year.

Morgenfruekronblade er lige præcis den orange farve. Jeg fylder gerne det her glas med morgenfruekronblade hver sommer, så jeg har til sæber og salver i det kommende år.

I think I showed off this glass before. When we lived in Germany (Salzgitter-Osterlinde) for a year, there was a grocery store in our smallish town, Frau Deich's shop. She closed down some monthes later, selling out everything, and I bought this glass, that had been the home of Knorr stock powder in the shop.

Jeg har vist vist det her glas frem før. Dengang vi boede i Tyskland (Osterlinde) var der en købmandsbutik i vores landsby, da vi ankom. Frau Deidh, som hun hed, lukkede sin butik ud på efteråret, og jeg købte det her glas, der har indeholdt Knorr bouillonpulver i løs vægt.

Da Vinci (Blogtober 18)

Det er efterhånden længe siden, jeg har vist noget teposeflet frem her på bloggen. Ikke fordi jeg ikke har foldet og flettet, det er bare ikke blevet fotograferet. Nu havde jeg så masser af de nye, gule tebreve.
     Og jeg undskylder for slørede billeder. Mit kamera synes pludselig at det der med at stille skarpt ikke er nødvendigt. Jeg er uenig, og derfor kommer det til fotomanden snarest. Desværre kan jeg ikke tage billederne om - jeg vil ikke splitte kuglen ad igen 😉

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Much time has passed since last I told of tea bag baubles. Not because I have not made any, they just never made it to the blog. Now it happened. Unfortunately my camera has decided that focussing is overrated 😉 so please bear with slightly blurry photos. I'll do better next time (after repairs) but I can't remake these, without undoing the bauble.

15 down, three to go -- 🫖 -- 15 ud af 18 firkanter er flettet

Six of one kind, done, and 12 of another- missing three - are what's needed for a Da Vinci bauble as I imagine it.

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Seks af den ene slags (færdige) og 12 af den anden (der mangler tre) er hvad der skal bruges til den her slags Da Vinci-kugle.

Her er den så færdig, men der er stadig flere teposer tilbage i æsken. Der var helt præcist 71 styk; og jeg skal bruge 72 til en kugle. Undskyld mig lige mens jeg drikker en kop te.

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Here it's finished, but there's still more tea bag wrappers in the box. I counted, there's 71 wrappers, and I need 72 for one bauble. Please excuse me while I have a cup of tea!

Når man fletter sådan nogle firkanter, kan man enten flette dem fra venstre mod højre, som jeg gjorde til den færdige kugle, eller man kan flette dem fra højre mod venstre. Så kommer de altså bare til at se anderledes ud, som man kan se på de fem firkanter her. Når jeg er færdig - og kameraet gider stille skarpt igen - kommer der et opslag mere.

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When putting together the four pieces for one module they can be put together from left to right - as in the finished bauble - or you can do it right to left. Of course they will look different, as seen on the five modules here. When the second one is done - and the camera wants to focus again - there'll be a second post comparing them.

Fredagsfrustration ~ Friday Frustration (Blogtober 17)

Scroll down for English

Næste år udgår Rejsekortet. Det kan ikke mere, jeg er enig, det virker ofte ikke, og jeg er træt af at tale med Tjek-ud-vej og de ellers flinke medarbejdere om mislykkede ud-tjekninger her og der.
     Men ... de lyver altså. Se her:

Det ser jo sort ud for os, der ikke har en SmartFon, ikke sandt?
Kigger man efter på nettet ser det også sort ud:

Jeps - digitale løsninger for fremtiden:

Men hvis man nu er stædig og scroller helt ned, er virkeligheden en anden:

Der findes søreme en ikke-digital løsning til os, der ikke kan eller vil bruge en smartPhone!

Hvorfor står det ikke på plakaterne på stationerne - eller bare øverst på hjemmesiden?



English:
Next year my Rejsekort (Travel card) will expire, the solution is discontinued and everyone has to go digital and use their Smartphones ... at least this is what the giant posters - first picture in the Danish version - on stations everywhere tell us.

And the homepage:

And if you scroll:

Yup digital only ... but then

if you scroll all the way down, they tell you that a non-digital solution, the Baisikort (Basic card) will be implemented. It is the same as the solution we have now with only one very minor difference.

Why the bugger don't they tell about this on their giant posters or on top of the Home page?

Tatami ~ Updated (Blogtober 16)

Tatami? Hvad er nu det? Er det endnu et af Uglemors underlige japanske ord? Jeps, det er lige hvad det er. En tatami er en traditionel japansk "undermadras" eller gulvbeklædning. De er lavet af risstrå og det er dem, man lægger sin futon på, når man skal sove. De holder længe, men fordi Uglemor lægger sin på en seng og ikke på gulvet, er den efterhånden blevet buet. Der er op og ned på den, så den kan ikke bare vendes om. Så nu måtte der en tatami til; og en ny futon. Det er supergodt for Uglemors ryg at sove på japansk.
     Hvad kan man så bruge en gammel tatami til? Gymnastikmåtte, til at sidde på og til at strække sit strikketøj i facon.

 畳   たたみ 

Tatami? What's that? Another one of MotherOwl's strange Japanese words? Exactly. It's a mat, covering the floors in traditional Japanese rooms, and where you put your futon whan you sleep.

They are made from rice straw, smell nice and are very durable, but because MotherOwl places her tatami on a bedstand, and not on the floor it has become warped. And as there's a top side and a bottom side to a tatami, it can't be turned upside down like a futon, unfortunately. A new one was needed for sleeping purposes, and a new futon too. Sleeping "in Japanese" is super good for MotherOwl's back.

Now for what do I use my old tatami? Training, sitting on and for the blocking of knitwear!

And for sleeping, add a futon (mattress) ...                 og når jeg skal sove, tilføj en futon (madras) ...

Så lagen, to puder og en dyne ahhh-zzzzz                  And a sheet, two pillows and a doona aaah-zzz!

Words for Wednesday (Blogtober 15)

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 The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
    When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
    Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.

This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

We were given these words:
Instruction 
Stupidity 
Ignorant 
Disregards 
Joined 
     and/or:
Shy 
Not 
Means 
From 
Destruction

I'm still grumpy, mean-tempered and impatient. I visited the dentist once again, got temporary repairs and a new appointment in a week. This is tiring. Plus the crick in my neck is acting up again, making me dizzy and beside myself. What a way to spend a nice, sunny autumn holiday. Sigh. grumpy story too. Read at your own risk.

No matter how clear and detailed instructions you're given, stupidity can ruin everything. The ignorant, Sanne, disregards every step by step guide and flies to the last step in the manual, where the parts are joined.
But because she disregarded several of the intermediate steps, the longest part is half an inch shy of the required measurements and the shorter parts are equally too long, and no matter how much she swears, they are not going to fit together.This means that in the end she will have to give up, and dismantle all the parts and start over from the beginning once again, a small destruction to her blown up ego.

- -  A  - -  B  - -  C  - -

    Bloglegen Words for Wednesday blev startet af Delores og udviklede sig til  en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
    Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa vores nye koordinator.

Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.

Denne måneds ord bliver leveret af  Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.

Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.

 Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog »Jo flere, jo bedre« holder stik.

Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.

Vi fik disse ord:
Instruction - Instruktion 
Stupidity - dumhed, idioti
Ignorant  - uvidende, ubegavet
Disregards  - ignorere, se bort fra
Joined - samlet, forenede
     og/eller:
Shy - sky, genert, mangle 
Not  - ikke
Means  - betyder, midler
From  - fra
Destruction - destruktion, ødelæggelse

Jeg er stadig gnaven, i dårligt humør og utålmodig. Jeg var hos tandlægen igen, fik en midlertidig reparation og en ny tid om en uge. Det er trættende. Desuden plager min dumme nakke mig igen, og gør mig svimmel og utilpas. Sikke en måde at tilbringe en dejlig, solrig efterårsferie på. Suk. Det er altså også en gnaven historie. Læs den på egen risiko.

Uanset hvor klare og detaljerede instruktioner man får, kan dumhed ødelægge alt. Den ubegavede Sanne ignorered alle trin-for-trin-vejledninger og sprang til det sidste trin i vejledningen, hvor delene blev samlet.
     Men fordi hun havde ignoreret flere af de mellemliggende trin, manglede den længste del en halv tomme for at passe til de opgivne mål, og de korte dele er lige så meget for lange. Uanset hvor meget hun bander og sværger, passer det ikke sammen. Det betyder, at hun i sidste ende bliver nødt til at give op og skille det hele ad igen og starte forfra fra begyndelsen. Det føler hun som et nederlag og en lille ødelæggelse for hendes oppustede ego.

Pulled Pork (Blogtober 14)

Pulled pork (ligesom den i onsdags) er let at lave, smager godt og kan tilberedes så det passer til alle vores smagsløg, allergier og intolerancer.
     Svinekam, urter fra haven - masser af urter - mørk farin, lidt alkohol, salt, peber, chili (syvpeber), laurbærblade (friske, af egen avl), enebær, rosenpeber. Nej, hverken løg eller gulerødder. Uglemor spiser med.
     Det er også dekorativt, som man kan se her. Det får mindst 6 timer i ovnen med låg på ved 110 grader, hives fra hinanden med to gafler og kommer så retur i ovnen uden låg indtil ovnen er 200 grader og brødene skal ind. Så er det meste væde fordampet, og smagen derfra trængt ind i kødet.
     Vi tilsætter hvidløgsdressing, sennep, ketchup, soya, salatblade, rød peber, kimchi, ... efter smag og lyst.
     Alle bliver mætte og glade, og næste dag er der til restemad, "mandsggsteg", wok eller noget helt tredje.

Pulled pork (as I told of this Wednesday) is easy to make, tastes great, and can be prepared to suit all our taste buds, allergies, and intolerances.

Pork shoulder, herbs from the garden – lots of herbs - dark brown sugar, a little alcohol, salt, pepper, chilli (Japanese seven pepper), bay leaves (also from the garden), juniper berries, rose pepper. Notice the absence of anything oniony or carroty? That's my allergies speaking.

It's also decorative, as can be seen. It is cooked for at least 6 hours in the oven with the lid on at 110 degrees, pulled apart with two forks and then returned to the oven without the lid until the oven reaches 200 degrees and the temperature is right for the bread to go in. By then, most of the moisture has evaporated and the flavours therein has returned into the meat.

We add garlic dressing, mustard, ketchup, soy sauce, salad leaves, red pepper, kimchi, etc. to taste.
Everyone is full and happy, and the next day there are leftovers for ‘Monday roast’, wok or something else entirely.

Poetry Monday :: Contrast (Blogtober 13)

Kontrast ... det kan man sikkert spinde en ende over. Men det her digt, vel en slags taledigt eller rap, opstod nærmest af sig selv i mit hoved i går morges.

For flere år siden skrev jeg en "Omvendt bucket list" over hvad jeg allerede havde gjort, og en af dem var: "spille guitar i et country band". Vi sang også moderne protestsange og ballader. Den tid kom tilbag til mig, da dette vers dukkede op i går; det kunne vi godt have sunget ved en eller anden demonstration dengang.
     Verset har ikke vildt meget med kontrast at gøre - kun måske mellem hvordan vi synes verden burde være, og hvordan den faktisk er nu?

Lad os prise, lad os takke vores færdselsbetjent,
vi kan faktisk heller ikke være andet bekendt.
Han fik smadret sit knæ
og bankede ind i et træ,
men han stopped' idioten - en i forvejen kendt

Og nu ligger han og lider på et hospital,
mens "den  kendte" - idioten, som er bindegal
smadrer sin detention
og koster en million.
Hvordan pokker går det til at den her slutning er normal?

 -- A  --  B  --  C --

Contrast ... you could probably spin a tale here. But this poem, more like a kind of rhythmically spoken lines or rap, just popped into my head yesterday morning.

A few years ago, I wrote a ‘Reverse Bucket List’ of things I'd already done, and one of them was: ‘Played guitar in a country band’. We also sang modern protest songs and ballads. That time came back to me with this verse yesterday morning; we could have recited it at some demonstration back then.
The verse doesn't have much to do with contrast – perhaps between how we think the world should be and how it is now?

Let us give to our traffic cop the praise that we own
Yes you have to do it - and if not you're made of stone
He smashed up his knee
and crashed into a tree,
but he stopped the drunken driver - who was previously known.

And now he's lying in an ICU,
while ‘the known one’ - the DUI - completely blew
smashes up his humble cell
costs a million and a bell.
How on earth did we end up with an ending this askew?


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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Oct 20 Side profile of a person
Oct 27 Journey between stars
Nov 3 Funeral
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two

Elephant's Child once againSunday Selections ~ Søndagsbillede

This might very well be the strangest Sunday Selection I ever posted. But I'd like you to know, and I think Elephant's Child would agree.

Tomorrow, Monday 13th at 12 o'clock Canberra time Sue Goldberg, whom to most of us was known as Elephant's Child will be buried. Her burial will be livestreamed, see the link is below the obituary.

Please note that 12 o'clock Monday Canberra time is:
3.00 (3 am) Monday Paris time - my time, I won't join.
21.00 (9 pm) Sunday New York time
22.30 (10.30 pm) Sunday Newfoundland time.

Actually if you click the link, it will tell you when it is in your own time, that's quite helpful.

Sue's Funeral livestream LINK

Seeing Sue's birthday gave me a shock. She was only three years older than me!

And I do not know if this is blasphemous, inappropriate or a last nod from Elephant's Child to us, but the flower in her obituary also contains

Praise - and the opposite - for Blogger - Updated Ros - og det modsatte - til Blogger (Blogtober 11)

Det seneste stykke tid har jeg kæmpet ekstra meget med Blogger når jeg har skullet redigere billeder. Det er ikke altid billedredigeringsværktøjet popper op, når jeg klikker på et billede. Det er heller ikke altid, det virker
     Der er også andre særheder, mest i HTML-koderne, så dem vil jeg ikke trætte jer med.

Til gengæld bliver al spam nu sorteret fra og alle normale kommentarer går igennem. så jeg har fjernet min spam-meddelelse i toppen af siden.
     Det er jeg særligt glad for på Elephant's Child's blog, hvor jeg åbenbart som tilmeldt til kommentarer får revl og krat. Men alle spam-opslagene er der ikke, når jeg kigger. Flot! For der er ikke meget, der er mere deprimerende end en forladt blog, hvor kommentarfelterne er fyldt op af alverdens heksedoktorer, casinoer osv.

  -- ✅     ➗     🆗  -- 

Lately, I've been struggling a lot with Blogger when editing images. The image editing tool doesn't always pop up when I click an image. It doesn't always work either
  There are other quirks too, mostly in the HTML codes, but I won't bore you with those.

On the other hand, all spam is now filtered out and all normal comments go through. I have removed my Spam notification from my header.
  I'm particularly happy about this on Elephant's Child's blog, where I apparently get a notification e-mail about all comments after ticking the "notify me" box. But all the spam posts are gone when I look. Well done, Blogger! Because there's nothing more depressing in Blogland than an abandoned blog where the comment fields are filled up with witch doctors, casinos, etc.

And there I jinxed it. The first spammer got through. Do they really think we go there when they're spamming a loved one's blog?

Kikkoman (Blogtober 10)

Her i Uglebo spiser vi mad fra store dele af verden, også Japan, og en af de ting, jeg rigtig god kan lide, er at Kikkoman - dem der med soyaen - har lavet nogle særlige flasker med fine motiver på. Desværre opdagede jeg det lidt sent, så jeg har kun de tre seneste, men den fra 2023 passer altså lige nu.
     Se bare, gyldne ahornblade, der daler ned under fuldmånen og en gylden bro. Det bliver ikke meget mere efterårsagtigt.

In the Owlery we eat a lot of food from all over the world, also Japanese. One of the staples of my Japanese cooking is soy. And Kikkoman has made the perfect bottle.

For the last few years (since 2020), they have even made special editions of it. I was a bit slow finding out, I've got only the last three. But the one from 2023 is perfect for now. Golden maple leafs slowly falling under the full moon and a golden bridge - can it get any more autumny? 

-- 🍁 --  🍥 -- 🍁 --

For øvrigt er denne flaske en af de bedste eksempler på designkunst, jeg har oplevet. Den er flot, stabil, rar at holde om og hælde af, den drypper ikke og er nem både at vaske op og fylde igen. Jeg troede det var et lykketræf, indtil jeg fandt det nedenstående på Kikkomans hjemmeside (mens jeg ledte efter "årgangsflaskerne")

-- 🍥 --

This bottle is by the way one of the best designed pieces, I ever saw. It is pretty, stable, easy to use, does not drip and is easy to clean and refill. I thought it was just happy chance until I discovered this piece of prose on Kikkoman's homepage (while looking for the limited edition bottles):

Celebrating our beloved dispenser
In Japan, until the late 1950s, soy sauce was usually sold in large 2-liter bottles. At home, people would have to pour it into small pitchers to use it as a condiment at the table. That process was awkward, and the pitchers would inevitably drip and make a mess at the table. 
   So, Kikkoman set out to create a modern solution to this centuries-old problem: a reusable, dripless dispenser that would make life easier for consumers. 
   The company hired a talented young man named Kenji Ekuan—who would eventually become one of Japan’s most famous industrial designers—to take on the challenge.
   Over the course of three years, Ekuan and his team developed nearly 100 prototypes until they finally found the solution: a perfectly balanced bell-shaped bottle with a flared opening that was easy to refill and a signature red cap with two spouts (one for soy sauce to pour out of, the other for air intake) that created a smooth, steady pour and put an end to the problem of dripping forever.
   The Kikkoman dispenser debuted in 1961 and went on to sell in the hundreds of millions.

(Dansk oversættelse, se helt til sidst)

-- 🍁 --  🍥 -- 🍁 --

Bemærk venligst at Kikkoman's fine flaske og jeg er lige gamle. Jeg leder stadig efter den fødselsdagsflaske (som måske aldrig blev fremstillet) og de tre andre, der er vist nedenfor. 

-- 🍥 --

Please note that this bottle and I were born in the same year. I am still looking for the jubilee bottle - I do not even know if it was ever made - and the three others shown here below.

- - - - - - -  Oversættelsen - - -
Vi hylder vores elskede flaske
I Japan blev sojasovs indtil slutningen af 1950'erne solgt i store 2-liters flasker. Hjemme måtte man hælde den over i små kander for at kunne bruge den ved bordet. Det var besværligt, og kanderne dryppede og svinede bordet til.
   Derfor satte Kikkoman sig for at finde en moderne løsning på dette århundredgamle problem: en genanvendelig, drypfri flaske, der ville gøre livet lettere for forbrugerne.
   Virksomheden hyrede en talentfuld ung mand ved navn Kenji Ekuan – der senere skulle blive en af Japans mest berømte industrielle designere – til at tage udfordringen op.
   I løbet af tre år udviklede Ekuan og hans team næsten 100 prototyper, indtil de endelig fandt løsningen: en perfekt afbalanceret klokkeformet flaske med en udvidet åbning, der var nem at genopfylde, og en karakteristisk rød hætte med to huller (den ene til at hælde sojasovs ud af, den anden til luft), der skabte en jævn, stabil stråle og satte en stopper for problemet med dryp for altid.
   Kikkoman-flasken kom på markedet i 1961 og er solgt i millioner af eksemplarer lige siden.

Trying to enjoy Autumn ~ Forsøg på at nyde efteråret (Blogtober 9)

Blogtober og efterår.
     Jeg vil forsøge at bringe et positivt efterårsbillede hver dag, hvor der ikke foregår andet her på bloggen, For jeg har det altså stramt med efterår og kortere dage. I år prøver jeg virkelig på at kunne lide efteråret.
     Forleden fandt jeg denne her løber. Den skal bruges!

Blogtober and Autunm.

Every day where nothing else - like Poetry Monday, Words for Wednesday, or Sunday Selections - is happening on my blog, I am hopefully going to post a positive photo and text. This is hard, as I really do not like Autumn and shorter days. I'll try to stay positive and "hygge" this time around.

Some days ago I found this table runner in a second hand shop. I'll use it!

Og de er så lidt Månedens farve over det også ~~ Even matching the Colour of the month.

Words for Wednesday (Blogtober 8)

Scroll ned for dansk  

 The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
    When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
    Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.

This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

We were given these words:
Visited  
Chewing  
Nudging  
Saw  
Point  
    and/or:
Side  
Honey  
Companion  
Silent  
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Hmm, I do not really feel like writing. I lack energy. I just sit and read old blogs or books. But then ... it was a nice evening. I did not look at the Words before writing, but fortunately some of them fit in.

Slowly I feel like returning to life, very slowly. Last week I visited the dentist no less than three times, and tomorrow I'll visit her again  for the fourth, and hopefully last time for some time. Chewing has been tough with first one tooth hurting, being repaired and finally extracted, and then another tooth acting up. Hopefully it'll get fixed tomorrow, else I'm going to disappear into thin air - I think I lost 4 kg already, which is NOT healthy as most of it is probably muscles from not moving, not fat.

But this evening, just before sunset (it is dark now at five past seven) I took the basket and collected all the fallen walnuts, fed the hens some grass, weeds and chicken feed, then I hung out the laundry while the bats made their impressing and silent acrobatics over my head. I spread the walnuts on the floor of our outhouse (not the new shed) to dry. I looked for, and found! my spare bicycle key that has been lost for weeks. After looking through all the imaginable, and two unlikely pockets, I was looking at the hook where it usually hung. I asked under my breath, Where is that key? And the answer came to me. It's in your new saddlebag - and it was.

Then I put the bike back into the shed. Today I did not bike to town, as biking in murky, cold October woods and a toothache is no good combination, but I brought my bike by bus to help carry the shopping. After putting the bike back in place, I closed the door to the hens, who had gone to sleep and once inside I took out the pulled pork from the oven, where it had stewed since noon, and turned up the heat, so that the bread could bake soon.

Back in the living room I filled a glass of honey, scraping the crystallised honey out from the bucket, I bought it in, scooping the softer honey into a glass. We call this to mine a glass of honey 🙂

Soon dinner will be ready. And I have enough words left for a follow up later.

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    Oprindeligt blev Words for Wednesday startet af Delores og udviklede sig til  en flytbar fest med mange deltagere, der leverede ordene. Da Delores lukkede sin blog for altid på grund af diverse problemer, overtog Elephant's Child (Sue) rollen som koordinator.
    Nu, efter Sues bortgang, er det stadig uklart, hvem der vil overtage denne rolle. River gør det i resten af 2025, men måske bliver Lissa til sidst vores nye koordinator.

Uanset hvad, hvordan, hvor eller hvem, er målet med ordene at opmuntre os til at skrive. En historie, et digt, hvad end der kommer os i tankerne.

Denne måneds ord er leveret af  Sean Jeating og kan findes på Rivers blog.

Hvis du poster et indlæg på din egen blog, så skriv en kommentar på Rivers blog, så vi kan komme forbi og læse det og tilføje et par opmuntrende ord.

 Det er også en udfordring, hvor det gamle ordsprog »Jo flere, jo bedre« holder stik.

Så husk at følge linkene, gå tilbage og læse andres historier. Og skriv gerne en kommentar, når du har læst dem. Udfordringer som denne trives med interaktion, feedback og opmuntring. Og vi har ALLE brug for opmuntring.

Vi fik disse ord:
Besøgt 
Tygge 
Puffe 
Så (eller sav) 
Pege  (eller pointe eller spids)
    og/eller:
Side 
Honning 
Ledsager 
Stille / lydløs
Højlydt

Hmm, jeg har ikke rigtig lyst til at skrive. Jeg mangler energi. Jeg sidder bare og læser gamle blogs eller bøger. Men så ... var det en dejlig aften. Jeg kiggede ikke på ordene før jeg skrev, men heldigvis passede nogle af dem ind.


Langsomt føler jeg, at jeg vender tilbage til livet, meget langsomt. I sidste uge har jeg besøgt tandlægen ikke mindre end tre gange, og i morgen skal jeg derhen igen for fjerde og forhåbentlig sidste gang i et stykke tid. Det har været svært at tygge, fordi først gjorde den ene tand ondt, blev repareret og til sidst trukket ud, og så begyndte den anden tand at gøre ondt. Forhåbentlig bliver det ordnet i morgen, ellers forsvinder jeg i den blå luft – jeg tror, jeg allerede har tabt 4 kg, hvilket IKKE er sundt, da det meste sandsynligvis er muskler på grund af  manglende bevægelse, og ikke fedt.
    Men i aften, lige før solnedgang (det er mørkt nu, fem minutter over syv), tog jeg kurven og samlede alle de nedfaldne valnødder sammen, fodrede hønsene med græs, ukrudt og hønsefoder, og så hængte jeg vasketøjet op, mens flagermusene udførte deres imponerende og lydløse akrobatik højt over mit hoved. Jeg spredte valnødderne ud på gulvet i vores udhus (ikke det nye skur) for at tørre dem. Jeg ledte efter og fandt faktisk! min ekstra cykelnøgle, som havde været væk i ugevis. Efter at have ledt alle tænkelige og to usandsynlige lommer igennem, kiggede jeg på den krog, hvor den normalt hang. Jeg spurgte lavmælt: »Hvor er den nøgle?« Og svaret kom til mig. »Den er i din nye cykeltaske« – og det var den.

Så satte jeg cyklen tilbage i skuret. I dag cyklede jeg ikke ind til byen, da cykling i mørke, kolde oktober-skove og tandpine ikke er en god kombination, men jeg havde haft cyklen med bussen for at hjælpe med at bære indkøbene. Efter at have sat cyklen på plads, lukkede jeg for hønsene, som var gået i seng. Inde i huset tog jeg den hjemmelavede Pulled pork ud af ovnen, hvor det havde simret siden middag, og skruede op for varmen, så brødene snart kunne varmes.

Tilbage i stuen fyldte jeg et glas honning ved at skrabe den stivnede (krystalliserede) honning ud af spanden, jeg havde købt den i, og komme den nu bløde, flydende honning op i et glas. Vi kalder det at mine et glas honning 🙂

Snart er middagen klar. Og jeg har ord nok tilbage til en opfølgning senere.

Regnvejrssysler ~ Rainy Weather Doings (Blogtober 7)

Stormen Amy nåede lige at baske til os med halen. Den bragte store mængder regn og ruskede masser af valnødder ned fra træerne, og mellem bygerne var jeg ude og samle op. Mens det regnede pillede jeg de grønne skaller af (og fik meget brune fingre) og spredte valnødderne ud til fortørring, puttede dem fra forleden i tørremaskinen, kogte vindruegelé og æblemos og strikkede lidt.

The tail end of Amy the storm hit us gently. It gave us lots of rain and shook loads of walnuts from our trees, and I collected quite a bit in one of the non-rainy intervals.
Then, as it rained once again,  I removed all the green outer husks (staining my fingers a nice brown) spread out the nuts to pre dry, put those from Friday in the dehydrator, made grape jelly and applesauce. I even knitted a bit.

Poetry Monday :: Water (Blogtober 6)

Dagens stikord for Mandagsdigtet er vand. Regn er også vand, og i lørdags lovede jeg at måske komme med en engelsk gendigtning af Cirkelines Regnvejrssang. Den er så her.

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This week's prompt for Poetry Monday is Water taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Rain is also water, and Saturday I posted this:

promising that maybe an English translation would follow. Well here it is.

It is a song from my childhood, from TV for kids. The elf Cirkeline, and her friends the mice Frederik (blue stripes), Ingolf (red stripes), Susse and Musse had lots of adventures in the garden belonging to the house of the Artist, who drew them. Cirkeline slept in a matchbox on the desk of the Artist, and kept it nice. Every chapter started with her cleaning the desk and then going down by a rope attached to a thumb tack on the edge of the desk.

The songs were simple tunes children could sing along with - and make more verses for if they felt so inclined. Listen here:

The two digging ones are called Mr. P and Mr. B.
The Danish text tells you that you are only allowed to watch this video on YouTube. To do so, click the link.

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Taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Oct 13 Contrast
Oct 20 Side profile of a person
Oct 27 Journey between stars
Nov 3 Funeral
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two

Søndagsbillede ~ Sunday Selection (Blogtober 5)

Dagens billede tog jeg i forgårs, mens det stadig var klart vejr. Det er en havebrøndsel. Den er i familie med skønhedsøjerne, og man kan også bruge den til farveplante ... eller bare til pynt, for den er da flot. Jeg håber, den er vinterhårdfør, og den skal nok komme ind i vores nye skur sammen med yuzu, laurbær og de andre sarte væsener. Og så dekreterer jeg at den passer til månedens farve: Græskar-orange.

This is a Beggarticks, a fern-leaved beggarticks even. It is a distant cousin of the tickseed family and can be used as a dye - or like here for ornamental purposes, it sure looks the part.
I hope it will survive the winter, and it will be placed in the new shed together with yuzu, bay laurel, and other non hardy types as soon as frost is closer.
And I declare that it fits the colour of the month; Pumpkin orange.

Blogtober (Blogtober 4)

I am the densest blogger alive, I think I never heard about Blogtober until today when Lucy @ Attic24 told about it on her new blog (force-moved, since Typepad closed down). And it's already too late, I "lost" as I did not blog yesterday at all. But I'll be trying. Bear with me, with stupid, inane and colourful blogposts during Blogtober.

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Er jeg mon den langsomste blogger i denne verden. Det er noget, der hedder Blogtober - blog hver dag i hele oktober - og jeg har allerede "tabt" fordi jeg ikke bloggede i går. Men jeg prøver nu alligevel, så I kommer til at trækkes med tåbelige, intetsigende og farverige indfald her på bloggen den næste måneds tid.

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Dagens tema: Vejr. Vi bringer en vejrmelding - Today's theme: Weather, here's the Weather forecast:

Ja, det er på norsk, jeg bruger yr.no  ~  It's in Norwegian, as I use yr.no for my daily weather forecast.

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Udenfor ser det sådan her ud ~ Looking outside it looks like this:

Men pludselig begyndte Cirkelines Regnvejrssang at køre inde i mit hoved. Så måske burde jeg bare synge og gribe chancen til hyggelige indendørssysler.

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But all of a sudden I heard this happy Rainy song inside my head. So maybe it's time to enjoy the wet and storm and have a cosy Saturday filled with autumny doings. A translation might follow, but it's something like Winnie the Poo singing about snow, just this elf and rain instead ;)

Words for Wednesday ~ on a Thursday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants. When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Sue of Elephant's Child took over the role of co-ordinator. Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.

This month the words are supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found at River's blog.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

We were given these words:
Hear
Modern
Influenza
Physical
Organs
Original
Pea
Human
Rather
Size

I'm not in a nice temper in these days. It's not only Elephant's Child that died recently, others did too, touching upon my circles. On top of that I have a game leg and a toothache - grumpy is a mild word for to describe how I feel. My outpourings may be touched, just a teeny tiny bit, by all this grumpiness. Read at your own risk. 

We hear about Covid now and then, the modern influenza that impinges on our physical wellbeing, attacks our organs and make us generally miserable for days, if not weeks on end.
I think we need to focus more on the digitally transmitted diseases, that make our brain shrink to the size of a pea, and even make us forget that others are as human as we are.
I'd rather we all had old-fashioned flu that modern brain rot.

Words for Wednesday October 1st (Updated with the Words) & IWSG

For a long, long time - ever since December 2017 - I have written these words, or words to that account, on my blog almost every Wednesday:

Word for Wednesday is a challenge that was started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable event with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.

But now no longer. Never again will she give us the prompts with a gentle reminder about remembering to have fun, correct my errors, praise my tales and ask for more.

Elephant's Child is the main reason I ever made it this far with my tales about Susan, and if I ever get to publish them, she'll be having a honourable mentioning in the book!

Today the Words, provided by Sean Jeatings, should have been on her blog. But they are not.

If they show up somewhere, a story might be written, but so far - emptiness.












Elephant's Child's death leaves a big, empty space in the Blogosphere and in our lives.

UPDATE

River has, since I wrote this post, published Sean Jeatings words on her blog. They are:
Hear
Modern
Influenza
Physical
Organs
Original
Pea
Human
Rather
Size
Let me see if any writing will happen

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October 1 question - What is the most favourite thing you have written, published or not? And why?

My answer - This is a question that for me is impossible to answer. I never published anything and what I like to read - written by others or by myself - depends on my mood. But right now, still discombobulated after Elephant's Child's demise, and some private matters (non-lethal, just a royal P.I.T.A) I'd go with the piece about the naming of the dragons.

Colour25 ~ October

For at finde en farve til oktober, gik jeg på jagt i mine arkiver, og hvad kan dog være mere passende og orange end et græskar?

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For the Colour of October, I repeat myself from a 4 year old blogpost, what could be better and more orange than a pumpkin?

Elephant's Child

Today I was unable to think of much else. In the end I browsed through Elephant's Child's blog.

Then I decided to steal one photo from each February from her blog - with links - as I think she and her blog both had their birthdays in February - at least she began blogging in February 2011.

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From her very first blogpost, February 7, 2011. A reply.

Like the Elephant's Child I still suffer from insatiable curiosity.

In February 2012 she visited a Japanese garden in the vicinity with her Skinny Portion (husband) - even though she knew that the visit would make her suffer, she brought beauty to all of us:

2013, her Skinny Portion was hospitalized, and she pilfered Toxic waste bags for her used cat litter


February 2014. Once again Skinny Portion is having surgery, but they visit museums anyway, and inside the National Library to see 'Mapping Our World: Terra Incognita to Australia.' her first find was a fridge magnet.


February 2015 seemed a bitch, but as always she had an eye for the beauty around - and shared her fishies with us:


Somewhen in 2015 (probably October) Elephant's Child took over the Words for Wednesday, This was how I stumbled over her blog.

February 2016 EC was hosting Words for Wednesday and supplied this wonder from her garden and mind

In her contribution she tells of her dual mind:

My mind is both a treacherous and a dangerous place. Crowded, but ambivalent (on a rare good day) about the directions it will let me go.
There is beauty there. Lots of it. Kaleidoscopes of colour and whimsy. If that side was given its head I could live in a terrific, exquisite and exciting world. I could be bold, take chances, and life would be an adventure.
Then there is the other side. A side which focuses on detail, and denies colour. The zombie side. Meticulous. Boring. Grey. Grim. The nitpicking, pedantic side. The side which smears grease over new ideas, over vibrancy, over anything worth having...
That side is strong. That side is fiendish and very, very successful. If the lighter side gives tongue to ideas which hint at furry, purry joy, at sunshine, at rainbows or at hope they are immediately stifled. Smothered in routine, in habit and in fear. Suffocated.
We are told that our minds are adaptive, that they can learn and grow. I wish. I am angriest at the realisation that my mind is stagnant. There will be no evolution. Grey and gloomy triumphs. Again.

We were lucky to have Elelphant's Child around, and no blog recapitulation of hers would be even close to perfect without a 'roo fix.

And as Elephant's Child did not post in February 2017 at all, but needed a 'roo fix, it's what we'll get too


Once again Elephant's Child had one of her blog breaks due to the summer heat in February 2018, but she visited the colourful Enlighten festival and told about it in March as she returned

Where she also enjoyed these quirky squids.


In February 2019 she found and bought Rainbow chrysanthemums, wondering if the colours were natural, I do too

But these were real:


February 2020, wildfires were raging, but even in those Elephant's Child found beauty


Elephant's Child's birthday was in February as well (I now know it was January 18 - but often she seemed to celebrate later on). In 2021 she celebrated by going to her 'roo fix lake and saw this funny pair. I loved that she showed photos of the - for me - exotic anmals in her surroundings, and once I posted a fox, she told me that it was an exotic animal for her. She showed me how big the world is.


In February 2022 during a visit to the National Museum of Australia and Elephant's Child celebrated her love for the  native fauna.


February 2023 Elephant's Child's One night wonder was flowering, and I was humbled and happy that she joined the Colour a monthly challenge, I had adapted after another blogger discontinued it.


In 2024 Elephant's Child took an extended summer break in February, but returned in March to show us the Balloon Spectacular  


In 2025 again Elephant's Child had a summer blog break in February, but in January she showed us this wonderful mural:

All Australian, all her.

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Now I miss two items, that can't be had in Australia in February. Frozen bubbles:


and the Walk Out of the Shadows, Into the Light

This is from her very last walk, September 10, 2025. She knew the end was near, and tried to tell us, but we would not listen, and she offered comfort and support.

Charlotte (MotherOwl) 11 September 2025 at 07:03

Heavy matter made even heavier by your words: "This may be my last year so of course I went." ... Words elude me ...

Elephant's Child 11 September 2025 at 08:24

Charlotte (MotherOwl): I am sorry to add to your emotional burden - and do hope that I can do this walk again next year... and the year after.

Never more will we be asked to Come walk with me, around the garden, into the dawn, or anywhere else.

Elephant's Child, I hope you are now in a place where beauty, flowers, wildlife and frozen bubbles abound.

From her last Sunday Selelction - with the impressing number of 833.