Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Treasure Island

The side roads are thick uneven layers of ice topped by puddles of water as it warms up or rains or both!..and now the temperature has headed down again ....if they hot mopped the road outside and I could skate (two big if's there) we'd have a great ice rink on our doorstep :0)  (actually come to think of it I do remember a Winter where the local teenagers played ice hockey on the road in front of the house...)
As it is you just have to wear ice grippers on your boots and get on with life.

Oh and you can read the Alaska trail entries like this one for amusement...
  "Trails still bulletproof/bombproof/drive a truck on them-proof as of 2-4 p.m.
If you want real skiing, do laps on the Gasline. If you want icy skiing, that's really not too bad considering the conditions, do the lighted loops. If you want to ski on a lot of tree debris, do the TOA trail (or the uphill half of Spencer). If you want to see your life flash before your eyes, do the Spencer Loop."   I think Spencer must be more than a tad icy....


Anyway It's obviously time for a good book and as I had some chores to do and because I've never actually read an unabridged version before I listened to Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson and really enjoyed it... it was more violent and exciting than I remembered and was  "A Jolly good listen."

from wiki


The version I listened to was this one Treasure Island  which was a "Playaway" from the local library.
You add an AAA battery and your own headphones and you are off. The player is smaller than a pack of cards and fits handily into a pocket ..you can pause/play/jump backwards and forwards by chapter. It really worked for me.

Now as the weather doesn't look set to improve I'm off to chose another title :0)

from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)