The way is not in the Skype. The way is in the heart.

It's quite amazing to think that Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, knew all about Skype in 563-483 B.C.

In all seriousness, yesterday the way WAS in the Skype. 


It's been lovely to have Tim at home but at Christmas time I'd love it even more if all three of my boys were around me - my two other boys and their lovely girls.


Jamie and Breanna live in upstateOntario...

 and Laurie and Irene are currently in Whistler, BC. 

 So no, they couldn't pop home for Christmas...

But they could Skype. And they did. And it was a little bit like having them there in the sitting room, just for a few moments.And it still amazes me that it's FREE!


And here is Tim, being adored by a horse called Humphrey.

The way is in the heart and that's where they all are. Except possibly Humphrey, though I'm pretty fond of him too. But not in the same way.

In words are seen the state of mind and character and disposition of the speaker

Yes, that was what I was afraid of, Plutarch, because this morning my mind is completely blank.

My boy Tim is home for Christmas. He is a Google Plus devotee (euphemism for quite irritating evangelist) He said to me 'Why don't you write a blog about Google Plus?'

My reply to him was similar to the abuse thrown at Ms. Garmin before I discovered she was a life-coach. Only I didn't call Tim a stupid tart.

I know, I'll engage him in an intelligent existentialist conversation...that should stimulate a fascinating blog subject.

This is getting serious now.

Tell you what, I'll go Christmas shopping instead. Now that you know all about my state of mind, character and disposition.

Only I can't think what I need to buy...