Many thanks to our great friend (and high-minded painter) Andy Baird, who both conceived and jump started this attempt to contemporaneously record at least some of the eventings of one move abroad. Regarding content, the narrower column on the left is the supposedly more timeless and reference stuff; ongoing entries are in the larger-width column on the right of the script below - following the (red)


by-line below. The plan is for these at least to be augmented over time.

It should also follow, therefore, that the most recently added post will always be at the top of this right-hand column; so if you want to get a flavour from earlier times, scroll and start NEARER TO or EVEN AT THE BOTTOM (only, please, please if you chose this option, allow yourself a series of snack-breaks; it can be repetitive, and boredom is guaranteed to increase with intensity of effort!)- but ANY comments are not only also welcomed ->but positively encouraged

Remember this folks ......

Remember this folks ......

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

+ + DATELINE + + late September 2012 ……..

When in ... where was it?  ...  Rome?

Well, we`re not even in ITALY, but one thing we have learned is that watching, listening and mimicking our indigenous neighbours may be time (not to mention patience,      and language skills!) -consuming but invariably also offers pointers to more productive ways forward than anything we would ever have come up with.

Perhaps there are simpler explanations, but reminding visitors that “No we don`t get such-and-such here, but the locals use ……” or “Well, we wouldn`t do it that way, but by all means …”  just re-emphasises to us the importance of setting.  Here, for instance
People don`t have any great tradition, and consequently little respect, for animals – especially dogs, whose role, if at all, is seen as hunting for their masters or end-of-chain yard guarding
Officialdom, and bureaucracy, are local rather than top-down orientated; often creating an inaccurate impression of, at best, inconsistency, or worse, racketeering.
Yet people live, people survive –and on monetary pittances, though possibly backed-up with home produce- so there is -there has to be- sufficient food, drink etc., to permit said survival.

The Portuguese have their way of doing things. Or ways, since they too not only have differences but remain stubbornly and sufficiently non-homogenous to preserve regional customs and habits. And it works; without the ignorance, intolerance, selfishness and unnecessary greed that so epitomises the so-called `advanced` European economies.
It is all too familiar an experience for us to have to try answer the Why? Question; Why do they do this? Why don`y they do that?  Haven`t they twigged the importance / value / worth of the other?

Maybe they have; maybe they`re content with their own progress. Just happy.

Another year..
That`s not to in any way bemoan our situation. `speaking with G this afternoon and the summary goes something like:-

            Q. Would we be anyone else?

            WE`d both finished with work by our early 50`s. We`ve retained our independence; no onerous responsibilities (sum total: two children, absolute apples of our eyes, and two grandchildren, to whom sufficient of our own estate should ultimately filter down.) and no reason to imagine we won`t have enough to survive our own futures without any great hardship. How could we be other than well pleased?

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