While walking today in a forest in Northern Denmark,
the trail presented itself to me,
but suddenly, the boy in the dog suit, entered my thoughts
leaving no doubt in my mind, that I was indeed
I wanted to wall myself in, thus walling everyone else out
My bricks, my walls, sturdy and eternal
Alas, alas with closer inspection found I that the strength of my walls, only being equal
to the barriers that existed within my thoughts.
If I doubted myself. If my resolve faltered
My walls would come crashing down
against my will
taken from my home
across the country
meeting with those
test my resolve,
and yes, even
my will to bear such
I’m going to Copenhagen
Don’t pity me
I’ve been there before…..
New year. New blog site title. Might just lose a few followers along the way, but not everyone understands Roosters, do they?
The 25th December. Northern Denmark.
I seem to be the only one alive in this family. Right now anyway. Other than the dog, who is still waiting for something to fall on the floor.
I am cleaning the kitchen. Especially the oven trying to remove the fowl smell. We ate Roast Duck last night on Christmas Eve, and well, it does tend to be everywhere. Yea! says the dog, who still is following me from room to room, hopeful as always.
My children, two of them who are still teenagers, with one being 20 year’s old. It doesn’t matter on the 25th, with the packages being opened last night, and nothing to look forward to but sleep. So they are asleep, while I clean the oven.
10 degrees Celsius. That’s about 50 degrees Fahrenheit, which in this part of the world doesn’t translate to snow of any kind. The positive note was that the windy conditions during these holidays, have been CO2 neutral, with over 40% of Denmark’s electricity production coming from windmills, which mean that all of the Christmas consumption of energy has occurred without adding to Global Warming! Yea!, says the dog, while looking around for more Duck droppings on the floor, his floor.
Well, enough of this silly business. I’ve still got work to do. If you want to consider it sexy and exciting, then be my guest!
We all have our own kinky fantasies, but this one is a bit extreme!
MC from Denmark.
Yea! says the dog. Let’s walk/eat/sleep…..
OK. Here I am on the Eve of the Eve of Christmas, which in Denmark is called Little Christmas Eve, of all things.
Some of you might like to imagine me slaving over the hot stove, whipping up a new batch of Blog Pancakes? Others might like the R-version, where my back side is visible, showing off my less than pubic face!
Actually, my blog pancakes are the result of too many blogs falling out of the tired and worn-out blog cabinet, onto the floor, with the remainder being squashed under the weight of my emptied imagination.
Too many blogs rolling around in my head has created this situation, and I am sorry that you, my faithful readers, have had to suffer under the weight of releasing too many for most of you to stomach.
I’ve been trying to clean up the mess, but it seems to be a losing battle, as my imagination keeps wanting to create a new mess with each new batch of nonsense.
I’ve tried to cut down, really I have, but some days seem to have more posts than others.
I’ll just add that to my imaginary list of resolutions for 2018, perhaps to be read as a blog in 2018?
Until then, pass me the Maple Syrup, won’t you?
I walked along
a Danish Mile
which only was
1.6 Kilometers long,
something, I told
someone, who asked
how far, I traveled
I chanced upon
a Danish Smile
one very European
naked in its expression
making my North American
which made them laugh
which made them smile,
along the Danish Day
I spoke a while
in my Danish Way
which made them smile
that someone knew,
that someone tried
to sound like they,
but always, yes always
with an American Potato
in my mouth,
each and every Danish Day,
I found myself
a Danish Girl, a Danish Woman
who was to say, that happening
to one such as me, with who I knew
and where I lived, being in a place
I lived a while
25 years or more
with my Danish Wife, Kids and Dog
in a very Danish Place, still with
potatoes in my mouth
speaking Danish, along some
Danish Mile, blushing at some
In a country
who are surrounding