7 Quick Takes #34 x FTSF

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Finish the Sentence Friday

If I could have dinner with anyone in history it would be with…Gerald Durrell.

Two of this wonderful man’s books (‘My Family and Other Animals’ and ‘Birds, Beasts and Relatives’) were stalwart parts of my later childhood, allowing me to escape into his world of pre-WWII Corfu, where he lived with his mad family in delightful exile from the drabness and drizzle of Pudding Island. He was ten at the time and his memories are like crystal.

We’d have to have dinner on Corfu – his Corfu, where the sea was limpid and warm as a bath and porpoises frolicked in the bay; where the moon rose ginormous, like a newly minted coin; where the gruff old shepherds could be wined and befriended and would regale you with stories and song; where the hysterical peasants at market day would haggle and dart and gabble like so many brightly-clad chickens.

In this Corfu, we’d wander along one of the dusty tracks, lifting clouds of golden dust into the air behind us, surrounded by his shaggy black dog, Roger, and the puppies Widdle and Puke (perhaps accompanied by his aloof Scops owl, Ulysses). As we descended through the olive groves (full of ancient, gnarled and twisted trees with silvered leaves which whispered to one another as the wind breezed past), we’d stop to explore under a fallen log or two, rotten and rich-smelling as fruit cake, to see whether woodlice, large, smooth snails or perhaps a scorpion or two had taken up residence.

Round a bend in the hill, the sea would become visible below us, almost invisible due to being so clear. Somewhere in the groves, the collared doves would begin to start calling and he could tell me again the story of the old woman who was present on the road to Calvary as Christ passed by with his cross. Simon of Cyrene asked for some milk for Jesue, knowing He was weary from carrying the heavy tree on which He would be hung. The old woman told him the price – eighteen coins – but Simon only had seventeen. He begged the old woman for a reduction, but she was stubborn and would not change her price. When Christ died, the old woman, for her uncharitable behaviour, was turned into a collared dove, forever to repeat the price she so obstinately clung to, forever calling “dekaeocto, dekaeocto” (eighteen, eighteen). The legend has it that if she ever relents and says “dekaepta” (seventeen) she will return to her human form but if her stubbornness turns to spite and she utters ‘nineteen’ “dekaennea” the world will end.

By then we’d be at the beach, traverse the multicoloured rocks and reach the sea, so quiet and limpid that the waves barely lapped at the shore. We’d explore all the rock pools and watch the dogs as they tramped through the shallows and tried to catch the flickering blennies; their jaws clopping together with a whoosh of spray and a salty, surprised sneeze. We would swim out to catch sea-slugs and use their squirting defense mechanism as water pistols against one another, or let the slug squirt to a distant point in the sea and then explore that area for fauna, the winner being the one with most.

Later we’d come back to shore for the picnic dinner, brought with us in bags – stone bottles of lemonade left to cool in the shallows and some bread, olives and grapes with maybe a cake of pressed figs or some sharp, crumbly goat cheese.

As the evening cooled and the stars came out, we’d swim again in the now-cool ocean, dragging our hands through the water to watch the ribbons of phosphorescence flare and fade, always watching for porpoises, who  might appear and put on a show.

Eventually, full, tired and brimming with sleep, we would rouse the slumbering dogs and take our collecting jars, shimmering with life, back up the hill through the now-silent groves, lit from within by one, two, then hundreds of glinting fireflies.

Now this, this, would be a dinner party worth attending.

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Wow, even though I haven’t got the book here in front of me, I can reproduce the world so well I just got a book hangover as I looked up to see Husby and his Mum playing Carcassonne at the small coffee table, saw his Dad outside on the balcony and heard the traffic rushing past on the main road.

I ain’t in Corfu now…

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Husby and I had a wonderful time over lunch today.

We met a friend who we’ve known for several years online, but today she was in town and suggested we all meet up. I was excited and nervous, and was very much looking forward to seeing her and her baby son.

It. Was. Gorgeous.

I only hope she felt the same way.

I immediately felt relaxed with her, and her son (straight away) gave Husby the biggest grin. We chatted about all sorts, but it didn’t feel like the first meeting – it felt as if we’d been great friends for a long time and had met up after having not seen each other for ages.

She has a wonderful manner about her and there was no awkwardness at all. We enjoyed our lunches and chatted about nothing and everything and all manner of things in between. I hope that she had as nice a time as I did, and that at some point we will meet up again.

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Today I forgot about using White Man’s Magic to my advantage and got damp.

I’d just gotten home from the school run with Sis when she rang me to require my assistance in a trip to the shops. So I thought, thought I, that the petrol for piddly little journeys was expensive, it was not that much extra hassle to get my bike from the shed, and I certainly had the calories to spare.

So of course, halfway around the shops, it rained.

It rained heavily so that the pavements shone and people ran for cover in doorways.

But of course.

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Husby had his eyes screened today in the Diabetic Eye Screening van, by a lady who’s a member of the team I applied to join.

She was kind – she let me in.

She talked me through the initial eye test, then tested Husby, letting me see what she’d told me about. Then we went through to the dark, black back of  the van where the screening machine was housed. After a few minutes in the dark (giving time for his pupils to dilate) she let me watch over her shoulder as she used a joystick to line up the camera and take photos of his retinas.

She was kind, caring, professional and the job looks fun.

I could TOTALLY do it.

And she told me the shortlisting happened yesterday, so I’ll soon know if I’ve been invited to interview, but she wrote my name down and (I hope) will talk about meeting me at the office later.

Fingers crossed!

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Random Fun (?) Fact – I’ve played so much Bejewelled on Facebook this week that I have a sore muscle in my finger from too many clicks.

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You now have two whole days to pop back and link in to the newest, hippest (most joy-filled) blog hop – Ten Things of Thankful.

The central idea is to practice gratitude, always, every day, and especially when the going gets tough, but we’re starting you easy with one day of your weekend (or two, if you’re really committed and would like 100 Awesome Points)

Ready, steady, GO!

Ten Things of Thankful


 


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18 thoughts on “7 Quick Takes #34 x FTSF

  1. Glad I'm not the only one, Kate!

    I have to say, I can't claim all credit – I tried to write in a similar style to Gerald Durrell (another reason I adore him so much) so it was a little nod to him. You'd be welcome to join us there – it's a magical place (available through your local library or online bookstore)

    Thanks for the good luck – I am keeping my fingers crossed I hear back in the positive next week.

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  2. Bejeweled! Haha! I know the pain from too much gaming on my phone/iPad. The scene you painted in #1 was beautiful! I want to be at your dinner party. Good luck on getting an interview for the job! Sounds interesting.

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  3. Ahhh it sounds as though you had epic lots going on. I'll have to go and find out who Carol Burnett is now, though, to see why she's so funny 🙂

    Glad you liked the chickens simile 😉

    Thanks – I expect to hear next week.

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  4. Holy cow! I didn't do the FTSF, as in my state this week all I could come up with would be, “I'd have dinner with Carol Burnett and all the crew, because I know I would get to laugh the entire time.” Lame. Your answer is wonderful. I especially liked the gabble like brightly-clad chickens. Of course. 🙂
    So much good luck being wished on you right now for that job!

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  5. Hehehe it's an old person word, perhaps, but like 'Groovy' and 'Awesome', I'm trying to bring them back into current parlance.

    'Gabble' is an awesome word.

    Thanks for the wishes of luck…

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  6. Wowee wow. I loved part 1 especially! Your imagery is absolutely lovely (I know. An old person word) And thank you for introducing me to the world “gabble”. Love it:)

    Good luck on the short listing. My fingers are crossed.

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  7. It was early 1930's as I recall, shortly before WWII happened. Proper shoes, old fashioned shorts, women in dresses, men in shirts. All proper.

    GMT-istically, it's in precisely 14 minutes! Wowzers. Here's to #3.

    And I should imagine they said adieu – French was around back then 😉 See you soon.

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  8. totally sounds like a place to be…especially if this were either the 1920s or perhaps late 19th c not sure why I say that, except the picture you paint has me picturing proper dress of that ear with a yawl in the harbor and all sorts of early modern times.

    you are totally right about the coolosity of the 10 Things Hop! Hey!! Reader…come back here first thing tomorrow morning (which GMT-istically speaking is sorta now!)

    sorry didn't mean to shout… I have words to find as I plan to Posting tomorrow on the electronic reality transmitter …so I will bide adieu (they said adieu in the 1920's right?)

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  9. Ohhh I have a feeling you will adore him – he writes so beautifully and descriptively that you feel immersed in his world.

    It was an amazing meeting and I loved every moment.

    I'll let you know if I get an interview…

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  10. I've never heard of Gerald Durrell or read his books. Now I must. Love that you and your husband met somebody in person that you knew online and that it was lovely! That's awesome. Haha to Bejewelled and fingers crossed for your interview!!

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  11. I love your idea of choosing an author as the historical character you would dine with. When I started reading I told myself “duh!”, yes, I can be articulate like that in conversations with myself. When I'd learned the topic for this week I wasn't sure what to do at first, since I couldn't think of a historical character I would genuinely want to spend an evening with, before my great grandpa popped up, but a writer, yes! I also love the other parts of your post. BTW, had no idea that an umbrella was “white man's magic'. Thanks for enlightening me!

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  12. Merry Fact Finding. The man is a legend. He founded his own zoo in Jersey, based firmly in sound conservationist principles and it's still going strong (though alas, he is not). It was one of the first conservation zoos in the UK, I think.

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  13. Oh well done you! That's so well organised of you. I think mine are going to be done later in a panic! It does seem as though I end up writing two posts on a Friday to ensure I hit both hops in time.

    Gerald Durrell was an amazing man, a wonderful author and a real inspiration to me 🙂

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  14. I have my 10 thankful things all written up and am posting up tomorrow morning. I will totally be linking up with you again. And I thank you as always for linking with us. I loved who and where you choose to dine. Sounded very intriguing and definitely like a real treat!! 🙂

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