AKA the Stone Dragon
With Bag 7 and the second arm-and-claw, the build is finally starting to look like a dragon.
Also already present are a tray of teacups and teapot in the half finished teahouse; at the base the koi pond already stocked with the fish, and the roots of the fig tree growing through the ancient stone; while in the foreground the rocking platform where the martial arts school will practice.
Three more bags to go.
Does it seem that the world no longer makes sense? That may not just be you. The world may in fact no longer be making sense. In the late 1960s, …
Why The World No Longer Makes Sense
Turns out I’m not alone in this, that it isn’t just due to my recent experiences (last 4-5years) that I can’t get a handle anymore on who I now am.
About five years ago, I reworked what would’ve been the next couple of chapters to submit to Worldbuilding Magazine, for an installment they were running on relationships, V3I3: Gender & Relationships
Since I was extracting the story from an ongoing Lodestar Saga and wanted eventually to be able to come back to it—as I am doing now—I changed Srese’s name and backstory. But, although she is called Kate in this chapter and has a whole different history, she is still Srese. As you will see.
Scrim’s parts in the whole deal have not changed, and that part of his life–as it is described here–fits in well with what’s coming for him.
Enjoy!
I was amazed to see one of these yesterday along Bulimba Creek, getting into the ripe native figs everywhere. Only seen them once before, in my previous stamping grounds.
Picture naturally not sharp, bird was too far away and the photo completely unplanned.
After I took ten photos, scoring an image just twice, the noisy miners took note of me and chased the big bad bird away.
Noisy miners are so aggressive—a channel billed cuckoo doesn’t impinge on them at all —it eats figs too large for them to tackle and lays its eggs in magpie, crow and currawong nests. But still the miners need to chase it away, it’s like they own this stretch of the creek.
A slightly better shot, the bird’s bright red eye put me wise to its identity.
These birds have the loudest most amazing trumpeting calls though this one just said kwark kwark kwark.
They migrate to North and Eastern Australia from New Guinea and Indonesia in spring and stay till autumn/fall.
Urban trees seem to be so confused that a lot of figs are bearing good crops of fruit.
My first time at this …
On the weekend last I had my grandkids, aged 7 and 4, over for a few hours. While we played hide and seek, the box was inadvertantly discovered in Oma’s not-so-secret Christmas present hiding place.
And of course we opened it and set to with great gusto. And I’m happy we did, because though the set is recommended for age 6+ the 7 year old found it difficult.
He soon narrowed his focus to the wheelchair guy in Bag 1 and his buggy, while the four year old helped the 76+ yr old Oma by finding shapes amongst the contents of Bag Three.
Which was a lucky guess for it held a girl minifig, helmet, airpack, a bed/couch, microwave, mug, coffee machine and a bank of windows. In other words, a collection of playable elements.
The rest of the set was completed after the kids had gone home. and I was tickled pink to find another iteration of the frog element …
I laughed discovering how the slippery slidy minifigs are made to stay on their beds … “Oooh, is that what those bricks are for?”
The hinge joint pieces I first stumbled over in a mystery pack from http://www.brickresales.com and had no idea what to do with. Just in case you’re thinking … Well, duh! What else could they be? That’s right. Once you know, it’s obvious.
The number of different elements in this set was probably nothing out of the ordinary … count them if you like.
The ‘round’ hatch opening-and-closing mechanism is a joy to operate, as is the sliding up-and-down hatch. I think both these will get their real work-outs when the kids come again.
Now I’m wondering where and how to set up a moon base in my apartment. I’ll need to do some re-arranging.
Mmm.
And PS, what is the ring meant to represent?
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