Failed Inventions
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Tea blend #9
The Almost a Snowy Day blend.
1 spoon of Murchies Earl Grey
1 spoon of Steeps Silver Tip Earl Grey.
(I may regret this — will let you know. It’s a lot of Bergemot but the cup will be carefully selected to contrast. Industrial mug perchance? To offset?)
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A much loved friend bought me two tins of tea from New York recently that I have yet to crack. Small round tins. They look so delicious closed it’s a shame to disturb them.
The next blend may therefore be called: Disturbing New York tea blend #10.
Moments
OK so, as I like to contemplate stories incrementally I have just clicked on the shoved off a cliff bird watcher story and the following transpires:
“Witnesses reported a 29-year-old man shoved the 78-year-old victim over the cliff for no apparent reason, according to Victoria Police spokesman Sgt. Grant Hamilton.
“The suspect in this case, a 29-year-old man, severely intoxicated, had been yelling at people on the beach,” said Hamilton.
“The elderly man was ignoring him, just doing some bird watching, and randomly unprovoked, this 29-year-old suspect came up to the elder gentleman and pushed him down the cliff. Both of them tumbled down the cliff,”
Source: CBC News.
Just caught sight of this astonishing summary on the CBC
“An elderly Victoria man is recovering in hospital after he was pushed off a seaside cliff while bird watching along Dallas Road on Sunday.”
I am trying to visualize how a man innocently birdwatching found himself at the bottom of a cliff. It’s the approach, the moments before the hand made contact with him that I wonder about. There were steps taken to approach him, there were thoughts that preceded the steps, then came the hands no? There’s nothing particularly astonishing if we break down these things in reverse. but in forward motion it’s quite incredible what steps and thoughts and a few seconds add up to.
To whom it may concern
“Do not expect me to provide an exact account of what I have been permitted to experience in this domain. I shall limit myself here to recalling without effort certain things which, apart from any exertions on my part, have occasionally happened to me, things which, reaching me in unsuspecting ways give me the measure of the particular grace and disgrace of which I am the object; I shall discuss these things without pre-established order, and according to the mood of the moment that lets whatever survives survive.”
(Name that tune?)
(03.22)
Today I took a painful tumble. Initially it was a funny tumble. No, that’s no the truth.
Initially it was an average step.
It was an average step down a series of concrete stairs that look as they do not belong in the landscape they are located. This could explain why it was necessary to fall down them.
Ankle and knee or ankle or knee one disappeared from under me. It simply refused to function. Did that ever happen to you? Usually on a flat surface you run or walk and for no explicable reason your ankle or knee gives way and you recover contemplating that air in the joints… that’s exactly what it is it is the entrance of wind into the interior joint and well…
Whatever it is you recover.
If however you are descending a set of steps it is a tad more complicated since you have no flat surface to recover on, you’re recovering on the steep decline which means no recovering which means WHAMBLE .. flat on your arse.
Flat on your arse is the best possible outcome.
In this combination of circumstances it wasn’t the outcome. A kind of washing machine style dive ensued and my left hand third finger took the brunt of it. Lower back and shoulder also post tumble have registered the fact that in the height of the moment they were ignored but … in actual fact they took a whacking too.
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It then became a very funny tumble for two hours this was how I related to it.
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It gathered itself however and determined that no, it was more than just amusement.
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It was (and is) now pain.
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It would permit me to relieve precisely what I ignored during its moment for an extended moment of the next 5-7 hours.
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What is the science behind public tumbles as opposed to Private tumbles?
Do they hurt less at the time because there are witnesses?
Do they hurt more in the aftermath because there were witnesses that are no longer?
Is it possible that there is nothing interesting about them at all and that is why they take place on full display with the highest possible opportunity for scrutiny and witness?