As most of you will know by now, I am having computer problems thanks to a virus introduced to my system some time ago. FB has become a problem , so I thought I would try instagram,, a platform I have never used, but I appear to be locked out of that as well.
So bear with me as I battle the Internet Gods, stating my innosence.
The days slip past..without permission. Thursday is escaping round the corner, quick! catch it!
Too late, and the day has gone, just like all the rest.
The sun beats down without mercy, yet gusts of cooling, impertinent wind our salvation.
As another former colleague passes to eternity I find myself reviewing my own calendar years, the good and bad and and how did I arrive here? A crumbling castle in the middle of Spanish nowhere.
What`s your story?
Summer has returned to Tigalate, and I suppose at my advancing years the simple things like enjoying natures warmth in mid-winter is a welcome bonus,, not to be taken for granted.
If any of my Oz relatives are following me on reading this, I am currently enjoying a tome by the late Leslie Thomas and an adventure which currently finds him in your part of the world. A perigrination which I enjoyed, apart from being very sea sick on a fishing trip, and I dont get sea sick?, what a foolish boast.
Still getting trouble with FB. Now despite my best efforts, I cannot uninstall this annoying feature. Oh and I seem to have a new account, which I cannot remember installing, and stranger yet, I can utilize it on my mobile but not it seems anywhere else.
And.....according to this version of FB, it was my birthday a couple of days ago....also incorrect and becoming tiresome.
Please desist.
Well it seems someone or maybe more than someone are indeed playing with FB and accordingly have been reported. Not that I care, as its beyond boring. So abandon FB and see where the pests go next.
Waiting for the dawn to break, and the luxurious colors afforded us by nature. Today will be supermarket voyage as I live in the land of plenty feeling more than a bit guilty when the news channels on my tv screen show their chosen version of reality, when yours truly complains about the price of just about everything.
And then.
In my little office / studio take another step in the radio project struggle...struggle on.
A couple of days spending out for new informatica systems,,,,oh well so the tax man cant get it. I often wonder how many tv channels I have access to, and they seem to change on a daily basis,
But the little office / studio is coming on. I dont really suppose anyone will tune in to RADIO INNES when it takes to the air but who knows. Just hope the person whom got me expelled from Facebook is pleased ....my concern if the hacked nmy FB (why?) they might continue their camaign on this blog. However like my travelling days were for education not just tourism, so will the radio project... IP Adress tells me a lot about who is wasting time watching me....
Anyway the project ....will travel on.
Pleasant dreams.
Another Tuesday and another quandry in the offing. The carnaval has begun, at least in the island capital, and with it will very soon bring Los Indianos...spelling? A day with an historical importance which I have yet to fully understand, but I believe with strong links to Cuba,
The main street, Calle Real becomes packed with revellers all dressed in white and for some reason showering talcum powder on each other. There are bands playing mostly traditional music, and yes I like the rythm (s) but packed in with talcum wealding strangers I dont need.
I did attend one year, subsequent years were cancelled thanks to COVID and post plague I went but could not find a parking space even stretching to the outskirts of the capital. Bus services are augmented but similarly become packed and me? just want to take a picture or two.
Party pooper that I have become, as the day wears on alcohol starts to take its toll on the revelers, and I really do not want to be there,
Last years I took my neighbours, a Spanish couple but simply dropped them amd their booze supply off before heading back to the countryside.
So if I should go for a little while, and find a parking spot, look for the fotos on here....covered in talcum.
A couple of photos from the continuing football journey to nowhere.
Although I must confess to feeling a little pride when I become recognized in the street, ¡Hey Escocés!😊
Seldom do I know whom they are which I fear becomes border line rudeness, thus I must feign recognition.
No one believes me when I relate my shy days are waiting round the corner, especially when I must conduct any gambit opening or otherwise in an idiom still quite foreign to these Scottish ears.
Nonetheless, still here 17 or so years on as time seems to have reached warp speed.
With a couple of photos and a journey to nowhere.
Goodnight.
Yes indeed 3.49 am, And I am awake. An age thing? Maybe I should forgoe the afternoon siesta? The extra cup of Nescafe?
The feline community dont seem to mind, in fact they encourage nightime snacks, but of course.
So I take the opportunity to struggle with information tech, even here on this blog there are many tools which I have yet to use.
So if anyone can help? Meantime the clock on the wall says it is now 4. 14 am,,,,and counting,
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Sitting in the still of the countryside, its late or early if you prefer. No karaoke just occasional hoot from resident owls on their night duty.
The sun has melted into the mountains, Sublime is one description,
A late afternoon on the terrace with a bad short story that some publisher has foolishly requested I review,
My usual recompense is a gracias and little else. Or just a keep the book. but wait, a more tangible reward, can it be? a stray euro or two?
When I see the obscene ammounts media people are paid my concience. which used to trap me in guilt, is clear.
So keep the books coming, and let me continue to enjoy the still of the countryside.
