In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green

A “fogbow”.

The trees and leaves are green all year round in Paradise, aka Australia. Warm 23degC today, mostly dead still, a bit cloudy but fine. It’s steadily warming up from winter.

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The title is from one of mmy favourite old-time songs:

In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green
And the red bird sings I’ll be blue
‘Cos you don’t want my love

Some other time, that’s what you say, when I want you
Then you laugh at me and make me cry
‘Cause you don’t want my love.

You don’t seem to care a thing about me
You’d rather live without me, than have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you’re so all alone

In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I’ll be blue
‘Cause you don’t want my love.

And so on. Very applicable to me. Written by Roger Miller, he of the King of the Road fame (g-r-eat song).

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Speaking of songs, I heard an especially catchy tune on the radio a few days ago, and wondered why I haven’t heard it before, it’s so nice.

Hey there mister, build a fence around your sister
It’s the boys night out.

That’s so catchy that I can’t get it out of my head, and I can’t help improving on the lyrics.

Hey there brother there’s no need to ask our mother
It’s the boys night out.

Hey there cousin, the whole town’s a’buzzin
It’s the boys night out.

And so on. Frank Sinatra sang it. Never heard it before.

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I’ve just come back from doing some grocery shopping and can’t help noticing that shopping rhymes with shocking. Savage price increases. More pricing errors on my till docket. Deceptive pricing. Where? Woolies, of course. Robbers. Lazy managers, not keeping the computers up to date. If Coles can get things right 98% of the time, why can’t Woolies?

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Oh, Succession, you have me spellbound! I’ve just watched episode seven of the final season four, so only three episodes to go. My goodness, I am hooked. What magnificent (if vulgar) script writing. You’d better have a big tolerance to swearing. Every second word is f**k or f**king, or f**ken. The women as well. No-one is spared. No scene is too solemn.

Spoiler alert — Logan dies. Early. I wonder why they didn’t leave his death until later. To let the “kids” develop on their own, I suppose.

Anyway, this is definitely one of the best TV series I have ever watched. Not the best, but near the top. Crikey, how the rich live! They don’t drive, they are driven by drivers. They don’t get stuck in traffic, they are simply driven to sleek helicopters. When they need to go to some part of the high finance world, like Italy or Switzerland or Norway, then the corporate jet is summoned. It’s a Boeing 737 or Airbus A320 or similar, luxuriously fitted out.

After logan’s death, and not long after, a few days, his widow Marsha says she doesn’t want to stay in the big house in New York. Son Connor is immediately interested.

Marsha: “These places go for $60-70 million.

Connor: “Oh, OK. So do I just start bidding? Soooo, how about 63?” He means millions, of course.

Marsha: “OK”.

Connor: “Well, it’s a deal, then.” And he spits on his right palm and holds it out for a handshake onthe deal. Just like that. An outlay of $63 million done in 30 seconds. No need to line up a bank loan.

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I mentioned that I bought some hi-fi equipment on Facebook Marketplace a couple of weeks ago, a stack of seven items for …… $50. That’s $50 for the lot, not each. I am very pleased. They were advertised as not all working, but that doesn’t worry me. I’m looking forward to tackling any faults. Here’s a better look.

There’s more, I just haven’t collected all the images yet. There’s no problem getting all the service manuals and circuit diagrams off the internet. Very pleased, quite excited. But wow, I have so much hi-fi equipment that when I die, you can put it all in a canvas bag and tie it to my ankle and bury me at sea with it. 😉

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Grrrr, some dirty thief in Nicosia, Cyprus, got hold of my Visa card details and has been making realtively small purchases with it. Not big – usually around $40 so that you don’t notice. But steady, several times a week. Crikey, just imagine if you had a hundred credit card numbers scammed – you’d never have to work again.

Visa alerted me to this and they cancelled my card and issued a new one, which I’ve received now. But I’ve still noticed at least two scam transactions from last week being debited to my account. I’ll have to phone them and sort this asap.

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