I have been finding it very difficult if not impossible to get back into my blogging routine. I’m afraid the quick dash to Halifax including a trip to sea on HMCS St.John’s broke my stride and I’ve yet to get back into it. Until today.
Today: A lovely warm summer’s day. A day when it is best to sit on the balcony and let one’s mind wander. Not particularly hard for me to do as my mind has lacked any power of concentration since I was sentenced to learning establishments back in 1950. I probably would have become a much sought after brain surgeon had it not been for windows in schools back then.
What could mathematics offer me when there was a great maple tree outside the w
indow choc-a-bloc with hidden adventures? Or a cloud in the sky looking like some great sailing ship or maybe even a Kraut Messchershmit? Oh, yes, many an English class was spent in battle over the English Channel, my Spitfire wheeling in for the kill, sending another Heinkel into the cold waters below.
Today: A lovely warm summer’s day. A day when it is best to sit on the balcony and let one’s mind wander. Not particularly hard for me to do as my mind has lacked any power of concentration since I was sentenced to learning establishments back in 1950. I probably would have become a much sought after brain surgeon had it not been for windows in schools back then.
What could mathematics offer me when there was a great maple tree outside the w
indow choc-a-bloc with hidden adventures? Or a cloud in the sky looking like some great sailing ship or maybe even a Kraut Messchershmit? Oh, yes, many an English class was spent in battle over the English Channel, my Spitfire wheeling in for the kill, sending another Heinkel into the cold waters below.
Today I retired to the glider on our balcony, book in hand, knowing I would drift off into a fantasy world where a blog would come to mind. I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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