The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXIX

The Muse and Poets of the Lair | July 12, 2006 | bentfeather

[starbase]

Yes and there's more comedy available (I'm supposed to be fading away now, but I must type this!).

Many customers in the bank are incredibly rude, they crane their necks around and lean right over your papers and try to see how much money you have! Yes, I swear, the last three times I went to two different banks, there was always one person who did that.

Today I was getting my traveler's checks and this mountain farmer type dude just pushes up shoulder to shoulder and he's eye balling all my papers! So rude!

So for once (because before I would just clear my throat or say "Hello!!") this time I threw my hands all over my papers and said in Chinese "What are you looking at? Don't look at my things, I don't want you to look".

And he said back in Chinese "I was just looking at what kind of money that is."(he meant the traveler's checks)

But while stepping away his eye's darted desperately around the papers trying to see some amount!

I asked the lady in Chinese "Why, in Taiwan, does someone always try to see how much money you have?". They just laughed and said "Sorry!" You really expect them to shoo the rude people away but that appears to be over the line, like they won't tell any customer what to do.

To top it off they only had rather small denominations of travelers checks, so I had to take this obnoxiously big bundle of small bills. Now sitting in my slim money belt it looks like I'm wearing a diaper or something!

Hah, well harmless stuff so far, see what these wacky cultures can be like? Oh well, guess it spices up life. I must like it or else I guess I'd just go home where everything runs relatively perfectly!

[starbase]

I shall hold the lamp out for you to help you can find your way back into the Lair.

Yes, hang the lamp out, I think I might be needing it!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gosh, I could not deal with someone hose nosing around my private money papers. What brassy nerve!!


I am glad you asked some questions about this curious invasion of privacy. Yikes, I think my temper would have come unglued had it been me there today. ;)

So your money belt is bulging with small checks, better hide some under your clothes. Oh dear, another adventure in the offering. The Fat Money Belt. LOL

[starbase]

LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

You have inspired me to do some needle point. When you mentioned you were going to frame the little poems I thought wow, these would be wonderful little needle point treasures.

Especially the haiku. Just think what that would look like on black velvet with gold lettering in a gold frame.

Great idea, yes??

[starbase]

Just think what that would look like on black velvet with gold lettering in a gold frame. Great idea, yes??

Ah, yes, gold on black, with a gold frame, eye catching indeed! Yes, a great idea! I look forward to seeing a photo of it, sooner or later!

[Soaring Feather]

I don't know if you have read any of the old Lair threads and you may not know that I created a magical medieval land named Glen Gaul Way.

I hope to do a lot more of the series of Glen Gaul Way soon.

It's a wonderful land of Lords and Ladies, dragons, and a waif child born with three missing toe nails. I created this land while sitting in my garden, ergo all the garden references are The Garden of Glen Gaul Way.

This place is a special haven for me. Dragonfly comes to do his dance and the night lights up with romance. ;)

[starbase]

That garden sounds delightful! I have not read through many of the past Lair threads, though I did surf around a bit on a couple of them. But I didn't see the Glen Gaul Way references. I look forward to familiarizing myself with the Magical Land when I morph into Lurker form!

[Soaring Feather]

Here's a sample of my work.

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1550597/posts?page=37#37

[Soaring Feather]

One more...




http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1550597/posts?page=122#122

[starbase]

Thanks, I'll read it in just a moment. But right now (noon) my airline ticket should be waiting for me at the travel agency. I'll stroll on over to pick it up, then I'll be back to chat in a jiffy.

Then, at about 3:00pm, I guess I should take the DSL stuff down to the phone company (which is also nearby). Then I guess it will be radio silence for starbase!

(BBBBeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

[Soaring Feather]

I place this lamp to all who may
in wee hours
wander down the lane our way.
A small beacon of light
shinning forth in the night.
It shall be placed here each eve
guiding our starbase in with ease.


Until you return again God's speed.


Goodnight everyone, please remember our troops with a prayer of protection.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Gustave Flaubert said, "We shouldn't maltreat
our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands."

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Today is Thursday, July 27, the 208th day of 2006 with 157
to follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mars,
Uranus, Saturn and Neptune. The evening stars are Mercury,
Jupiter, Venus and Pluto.

[Soaring Feather]

Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
by Matthew Arnold

In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
And at its end, to stay the eye,
Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand!

Birds here make song, each bird has his,
Across the girdling city's hum.
How green under the boughs it is!
How thick the tremulous sheep-cries come!

Sometimes a child will cross the glade
To take his nurse his broken toy;
Sometimes a thrush flit overhead
Deep in her unknown day's employ.

Here at my feet what wonders pass,
What endless, active life is here!
What blowing daisies, fragrant grass!
An air-stirr'd forest, fresh and clear.

Scarce fresher is the mountain-sod
Where the tired angler lies, stretch'd out,
And, eased of basket and of rod,
Counts his day's spoil, the spotted trout.

In the huge world, which roars hard by,
Be others happy if they can!
But in my helpless cradle I
Was breathed on by the rural Pan.

I, on men's impious uproar hurl'd,
Think often, as I hear them rave,
That peace has left the upper world
And now keeps only in the grave.

Yet here is peace for ever new!
When I who watch them am away,
Still all things in this glade go through
The changes of their quiet day.

Then to their happy rest they pass!
The flowers upclose, the birds are fed,
The night comes down upon the grass,
The child sleeps warmly in his bed.

Calm soul of all things! make it mine
To feel, amid the city's jar,
That there abides a peace of thine,
Man did not make, and cannot mar.

The will to neither strive nor cry,
The power to feel with others give!
Calm, calm me more! nor let me die
Before I have begun to live.

[Lady Jag]

Good afternoon, Bent!

Extreme close-up of butterfly
Isn't it amazing!

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy Lady!

Are those little funnel shaped things ears??

[Lady Jag]

Those are his armpits, oh Winged One!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh no, can't be! LOL