“Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in some midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.”
Leonard Cohen’s beautiful imagery.
A leafy suburb in northern Sydney and a legalistic approach to life pits Orthodox Jews against the wider community.
A piece of string is enough to circumvent ‘laws about the Sabbath.’
A piece of string, linking together many areas, brings them under the same roof - so to speak ..... and, in that state, the ‘laws of the Sabbath’ perhaps don’t apply.
It all comes down to a pole and a wire but because the land needed to erect the pole is public land, the local council have refused permission or so I believe the present situation to be.
I don’t understand the mind set which requires rules and regulations to cover every aspect of existence. ... and which then uses intelligence to circumvent those rules.
What’s the point?
Rain sweeps in again. The brilliant reds of Autumn flame briefly. A few days of sun and back to grey.
Went to the ‘plug and play’ at the Family Hotel the other night. Didn’t want to - inertia is a powerful force.
‘Rouse yourself.’ whispers the quiet voice and I did - albeit ‘Black dog mood.’ among the songs played.
The enthusiasm with which I took up learning scales, a year or so back, plateaued - now it’s the ebb and flow - valleys and hills. Not yet up to much but playing with backing tracks and realising that I don’t have to play everything with a plectrum.
I’m a ‘grandfather’ to someone for whom the real Grandfather is distant. A Grandparents Day is coming up at his primary school. The Father’s Day was cancelled due to lack of fathers .... that’s disturbing.
Grandparents are in such short supply that I’ll be expected to adopt a few kids on the day. That’s fine.
A piece of string to bring much of a suburb into the one compound isn’t going to stop the threads unravelling everywhere else.