Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Whoa Nelly!

I think to myself: a general pall of subtle insanity surrounds me. And it is delightful. I don't feel so alone in my head anymore -a dangerous neighbourhood at the best of times and I try not to go in there by myself.

There's this guy. I won't breach his privacy by snapping a picture of him but twice a day he strides busily by my place with an empty large knapsack on his back. He's in his fifties, I would estimate. Someone said he's the mad son of a village elder. He walks "to stop the noise."

Then there's the yacht owner. There are a few around here but this particular guy? He has a little rowboat sitting on the beach in front of my house and there's ALWAYS something wrong with his yacht. It untethers itself. It skews around. The mast falls down. One time it turned right over. The owner is a strange guy. Quite unfriendly. He spends all his time in the rowboat, rowing back and forth to his big boat and fixing something. Tarps, sails, masts, jibs, it's a full time job. And he never sails the thing. But his arms are quite shapely from all the rowing.

Then there's my bird-feeder. Have you ever seen crops inside a bird feeder? Well now you have - take a look.

A miasma of small town lunacy like a mist around me.

I fit right in.

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Blogger Irene said...

Ha ha, I think I'm becoming one of those people myself, and like you, I think I am comfortable with it. I have finally reached that place in my life I have always wanted to attain: lunacy and eccentricity. Isn't it grand?

Tue Jul 02, 01:01:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


Yes it is. I've never fit in and now I do. Eccentricity is respected here. I must post about the local shopkeeper, another nicely insane piece of work. We really click.


Tue Jul 02, 01:39:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Anonymous Rummuser said...

Ah, biceps fetish is it?

Tue Jul 02, 01:49:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Anonymous Grannymar said...

That bird feeder is a work of art. Think of a number, add a few noughts and stick it on a sale ticket!

Tue Jul 02, 03:02:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Unknown said...

Maybe he should ditch the sailboat and resign himself to being a rower.

Looks like you've got a little moisture problem in the bird feeder!

Tue Jul 02, 06:11:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Secret Agent Woman said...

That was me, and also the Unknown comment on the previous post. I was signed into the wrong account.

Tue Jul 02, 06:17:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Molly said...

My favourite line here is the last one---High fives WWW!

Tue Jul 02, 08:46:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


LOL A new one!


Tue Jul 02, 10:48:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...

Ah, mini-greenhouse with a corn crop. We'll go off on a cruise with the proceeds.

Tue Jul 02, 10:49:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...

I had to sign into my own blog tonight. Weird.
Yes, rowing would be his thing but apparently the lifelong dream is Ye Old Yachte Captaine.
PS Moisture everywhere doesn't surprise me....the birds need some rowing action!!

Tue Jul 02, 10:51:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


You're a kindred spirit that's for sure!


Tue Jul 02, 10:51:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Friko said...

That’s not lunacy, that’s country living.

All that green does it, around here, anyway.

Wed Jul 03, 02:19:00 PM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Maggie May said...

I love to people watch too!
Oh yes.... crops crop up in my bird feeder all the time! Its the rain getting in. Quite a nuisance!
Maggie x

Nuts in May

Thu Jul 04, 10:37:00 AM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


"All that green does it."



Thu Jul 04, 11:08:00 AM GMT-2:30  
Blogger Wisewebwoman said...


Perception really, I love the crops in my birdfeeder, feel like getting a tiny harvester.... :)


Thu Jul 04, 11:09:00 AM GMT-2:30  

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