A Threshold …

Rise & Inspire’s post, shared below, made me realize the cat that had to move on from my care, the cat that I named Moggy, that entertained us on these pages with her antics and that finally attacked me one too many times, that same cat is now sitting on a threshold between me and me ever again taking care of another pet animal.

Ownership doesn’t come into it. An animal will either allow you to take care of it or it won’t. Moggy was at my place for about two years, and she never trusted me. Maggy, on the other hand was with me for about nine years. She trusted me enough to take showers with me.

A very high level of trust, you’ll agree, here grooming herself after such an event.

Over the years, I’ve had six cat companions, starting with a cat inherited with a student house; a dog, Jesse; a lamb called Tuki, that grew too big for the backyard and went on to become a lawn mower at the local sewage works; 6 black hens and one fluffy white hen; and various pythons and bluetongue lizard guests.

So, now, Moggy is out there sitting on the the-old-woman-caring-or-not-for-a-pet-threshold. Guarding against me ever trying to take another flesh and blood animal under my care. Because she is out there, prowling to and fro, just out of reach, mowling, reminding me of my failure when she thinks I’m softening and girding myself up for another go.

I wish Moggy would go off and have an adventure with the Hand of God, Maggie’s alter ego.

Reading Project, 14

Just two of the books I read, the others I have already passed on.

After I reading the two navigator-explorers, Captains Cook and Flinders, I was ready for a bit of fiction. My SF reading buddy and I had been saying for a while that we needed a new series to get our teeth into, and couldn’t find one. With more time on my hands than he has I sourced a few 10 Best XYZ lists. Noted two or three series that all appeared on several lists.

One fine Saturday when I was grocery shopping, and then intending to look for a birthday book suitable for a nine-year-old, saw a 50% Fantasy and Science Fiction Sale at QBD (referring to Queensland Book Depot, I’m assuming).

Lol, what QBD apparently did, was mark down to 50% all first parts of series, leaving the rest of the series at the normal price. So I walked out with the book gift and three first installments of their respective series each of those between 10 and 12 dollars. How can they even produce books that cheap? Our idea being that which ever of the first installments catches our interest, we’ll continue with.

Book 44 … Mistborn, Book One of the Mistborn Series, by Brandon Sanderson, this edition published by Gollancz in 2009.

Mistborn was the first one I picked up to read. I’ve read somewhere it’s being turned into a feature film and thought I should read it before I see it as films rarely improve on books.

I find Sanderson tooth-grittingly hard to read. In my middle life I spent ten years editing undergraduate essays, an experience that has left me deeply disinterested in reading poorly phrased prose and Sanderson loves “thin alleys”!

What’s wrong with narrow alleys? And that’s just one example. I can’t believe Mistborn is being touted as literature!

Seems that I’m not alone in this, I was happy to discover. When I am alone in a complaint, there’s always the suspicion that I’m being elitist, or fussy, or or or … This time though, several Reddit commentators are of the same mind. Although one of them thought that Sanderson writes ‘flat prose’ purposely, to attract the largest possible following. In answer to that I say that George R R Martin, among others, didn’t have to resort to flattening his prose to attract a large following.

But flat prose aside, Sanderson’s ideas and inventions are fresh and capable of sending their stories into new unusual directions. Though this is not enough for me to want to read part two or more.

Book 45 … Red Rising, by Pierce Brown, first published in 2014 by Del Rey, an imprint of Random House.

Pierce Brown is one of the ‘many others’ I mentioned up there. No ‘flat prose’ in sight. This is one of those books where I hardly noticed I was reading. Some Reddit commentators have mentioned the many many short sentences and how they distract from a good read.

Others say short sentences are what makes audio books an intense listen. Oh, I thought. Audio. That’s why the short sentence style is taking over public writing. And plus, AIs seem to like it.

Red Rising read like a breath of fresh air to me, I never had to wonder what the author meant. Yes, it was a gallop. The worldbuilding, a society organized by colors and partly structured by a Roman underlay, go hand-in-hand with the plotting, and are frenetic.

Though it’s true that Darrow, the main character, is a bit of a superman, and always comes out on top despite his sometimes mistaken beliefs in the goodness of others. But never mind. I’ve read that this is the weakest of the series. If I can trust the commentators, things can only look up.

Book 46 … The Wild Robot, by Peter Brown, first published in 2016 by Little, Brown and Company, an imprint of Hachette.

The Wild Robot is the birthday book. A film is already out there and I think I’ve seen it. Which probably helped me choose the book. This is the story of a robot becoming marooned on a deserted island, and learning to live with nature, or part of nature. It seems a little moralistic but was the best that I could find without reading everything. Lol.

I despise books written purposely to teach kids morals. As if they aren’t learning them from their parents. Kids famously learn their morals by watching how their parents behave and behaving just like that. Teaching kids morals is like teaching fish to swim.

It’s increasingly hard to gloss a bookshop’s shelves for good kids’ books. It seems to me the golden age of children’s literature has gone the way of many other good things. I think Rosemary Sutcliffe’s books could do with reprinting. Penguin Books? Anyone?

I have quite a few of the really good middle grade fictions on my shelves still (some of which are forty plus years old, I confess) and although some of them are being reprinted—The Little House Series and The Rats of NIMH, for example—many others have just disappeared.
In the past, kids read about animals and their lives. Historical fictions. None of them around now. Too many good film documentaries, I suppose.

Book 47 … Golden Son, by Pierce Brown, first published in 2015 by Del Rey, an imprint of Random House.

Lol, this is not one of the three firsts that I bought. I couldn’t resist going in and buying Part 2 of the Red Rising Series. I guess I’m hooked.
However, it’s been a couple of weeks since I read Golden Son and a lot of Real Life, eg a light fling with Covid, has happened in the meantime. I will have to read Darrow’s doings again for the detail as I now remember very little as I raced through chasing the plot. A bad habit. The plot is intricate, detailed, a lot happens, there’s non-stop action.

At the end, I do remember thinking, with all that happened, and all the mysteries that have been outed, what is there left to say? How can there be all the subsequent installments? Is he going back to the beginning and start a whole lot of new threads? Re-inventing himself, no doubt.

Well, I just read a couple of articles on Wikipedia. Apparently Golden Son is the second installment of a trilogy. After Morning Star, the third one, there will be a second trilogy to make up the six books in the series so far.

I’m not sure whether I have enough puff to read any more in this arena after Golden Son. I enjoyed the two that I read, but it sounds like the next four are more of the same. And I’m pretty sure Darrow will win, somehow.

The Build, 12

This installment is late due to my doctors and other appointments and rain slowing down things on the ground. Fairly early last week or the week before, this truck rolled in with a drilling rig from Anora Foundations.

Once that semi was out of the picture—me taking a shot from Level 6—a CAT digger followed by a truck with ancillary equipment.


The crews meeting at the top of the site, the scene of operations for the week …


For a while we residents were still guessing as to what was needing foundations

Getting the machinery operational took a full morning and then it was on … the drill being shook to dislodge all the rubble …


Pole shaped rebar arriving …

And that wasn’t the only thing going on, in between showers of rain, the workers ‘village’ was getting its walkways covered.


All the trucking movements, and dare I say the continuing rain, meant that the road to the platform had to be repaired and strengthened before the cement mixer trucks could come to fill the holes …


Close up of the machinery … I was walking by the herb garden, on my way to yet another appointment.


And finally the result … a row of foundations. Probably for a retaining wall is the general opinion.

The Build, 9

There are no workers on site. The site being water-logged due to the rain we had here over the last couple of days. At least 45 mm, probably a lot more. A good time to catch up with what’s has been done so far.

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The site was cleared of rubbish and recyclable resources: old fencing and tangled shrubbery probably going to landfill. Top soil, a humongous pile, should be worth gold. A small pile of steel handrails. Landscaping boulders.

Tearing down the old wooden fence at the front of the site … man with ute outside it to police the public I assume to stop people falling in

Sumitomo Number 2 ripping into the shrubbery beside where the road will be. Crows and ibises have lived there for some years so there will be a bit of displacement.

Sumitomo Number One loading vegetation and fencing into a truck

Same machine loading some of the humongous pile of topsoil into a dump truck trailer.

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Well, I guess these are going to be a series of short posts. WP has other ideas than I have, which is not unusual.


Mongrel: 46, 47 and 48

Last three chapters. But not really THE END.

It was hard to figure out the cut-off point between Mongrel and Meld. In a way, the whole of Mongrel is Tardi’s backstory and set-up for his role in Meld.

I felt that, with at least the main character a familiar person, we might all be able to better understand the new scenario. Experience it through his senses, as it were. It was hard to write and it’ll be hard to understand. But I hope you’ll find it intriguing.

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I’ve seen most snakes in the wild, but never a death adder. Like most bush-walking Australians I was always on the look out for them. Very scary. I’ve known several people who thought they killed one, only for the animal to turn out to be a blue-tongue skink.

Image from https://wildlifeqld.com.au/common-death-adder/ Check out this link for all the variety of colors of death adders.

‘Condemned to Decide’

I loved reading this article right now when my cortex and lizard brain have been at odds with one another and I made the wrong decision about getting medical help for a cat scratch. And AI would’ve been no use whatever.

Am I mimetic or a stubborn fool? Anyway more on my adventures another time. There are such good ideas in here, I’ll be journalling them when I get home (from hospital).

Because the future is here already and when we have kids and grandkids we need to be able model these very important concepts.

An essay about agentic vs mimetic people, using your lizard brain, and why outsourcing your judgment to AI is a values problem before it’s a …

Condemned to Decide