Friday, March 06, 2009

puddle, frugality, picture

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Puddles offer all sorts of surprises. Who remembers Dr Foster, who went to Gloucester and stepped in a puddle right up to his middle and never went there again?

Having, with out much thought splashed out on something, which I should not have done, I find myself meditating upon frugality. And the pleasures attendant upon it. Things you put away in case they come in useful: packaging neatly folded for re-use; string tied into rings; screws, pins, rubber bands and paper clips, tidy in little boxes. Then there are the bargains!
Oh yes. And that paradoxically is where I began with my piece of extravagance - The BBC set of DVDs of famous Shakespeare productions, with a big percentage discount from Amazon. The contradiction is that frugality probably most of all means going without. And that is what I haven't!

In the Grove, this afternoon, a pale moon in the blue sky above a silver birch. It seems that the tree, with its bright bark and the silver moon, belong inextricably together.

6 comments:

tristan said...

or sir walter raleigh's cape

or the cartier-bresson photo of a man in a bowler hat leaping a very wide puddle

The Crow said...

Isn't there a song about a pale moon...

"It's not the pale moon that excites me, that...something, something, something...and delights me..."

My mother used to sing it; wish I had listened more closely.

Your photo today is a good abstraction of the puddle and its surrounding universe. Easy on the eyes and the brain.

Rouchswalwe said...

Does trading 12 bottles of beer for a used digital camera count in the frugality dept?

Barrett Bonden said...

That's about 110 hours of viewing for £120, or it was when I bought them. Look out for a superb "Comedy of Errors" and a truly remarkable version of "Henry VI" which gets into its stride in parts 2 and 3 (How else would one see this but on DVDs in one's own home?) And then there's everyone's favourite, "Timon of Athens" (savagely - yet mercifully - cut); don't leave it til last. I look forward to picking up allusions to your viewing via your blog.

Plutarch said...

That song drifts somewhere in the corner of my mind.
Trading beer for a used camera? it depends who gets to drink the beer.
I'm looking forward to the Shakespeare. My frugal expenditure in the Amazon "Sale" was a mere £90

Barrett Bonden said...

It's not the pale moon that excites me,
That thrills and delights me,
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you.

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Oh no, it's just the nearness of you.

(Middle eight) When I'm in your arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me
The right to hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you.

Not the greatest lyric ever but the tune is a great jazz standard. I'm rather proud of the fact that I didn't Google it but drew it from memory. The sort of thing I sing to myself when washing up - my contribution to oiling the domestic wheels.