The amateur astronomers are playing with their light-sabers again!
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
~ J. R. R. Tolkien ~
January 2014. No snow. Which is rather unpleasant for winter vacation and planned week of skiing by the way. Well, at least there was the sun to make things better.
At the end, it all came back to a lot of walking and wandering around. And of course, the nature is always delightful over there.
It seemed that someone was having fun on the lake. One should now better that on such weather is much clever to bring a kayak instead of ski.
Advice To A Son
Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don’t enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don’t believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry whores.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you’ll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.