3rd Wednesday of July (2013): Moral Tales

Today, self thought she would focus on the other book she is concurrently reading (along with The Great Gatsby.  And Manila Noir.  AND the daily Wall Street Journal):  Angela Carter’s Book of Fairy Tales.  She found the book in transreal, a bookstore in Edinburgh.

The excerpt below is from Part Seven:  MORAL TALES

The title of the fable is Escaping Slowly.  

A goat was walking along with her two kids looking for some nice sweet grass when it began to rain.  It was really coming down, so she ran under a big rock ledge to get some shelter, not knowing that it was the Lion’s house.  When Lion saw the three goats coming, he purred to himself in a voice like thunder.

This frightened the mother and her kids and she said, “Good evening, Minister.”  And the lion said, “Good evening.”  She said that she was looking for a minister to baptize these two kids, because she wanted to give them names.  Lion said he’d be happy to do that.  “This one’s name is Dinner and this one’s name is Breakfast Tomorrow and your name is Dinner Tomorrow.”

So now after hearing this roared out by the Lion, the goats were really frightened, and the kids’ hearts began to leap, bup bup bup.  Lion asked the mother goat what was the matter with her two kids and she said, “Well, they always get feeling this way when the room they are in gets so hot.”  So she asked Lion that, since they were feeling that way, could they go out and get a little cool air. (To be continued)

Stay tuned.

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour 2

Dusk as seen from the ferry plying the narrow strait between the central Philippine cities of Iloilo and Bacolod (Nothing is more beautiful than a Philippine sea)

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On the Ferry (between Iloilo and Bacolod)

It’s only an hour’s ferry ride between the two cities.  Iloilo is older.  People migrated from the more densely populated Iloilo to the howling hinterlands on the sister island of Negros (Bacolod is only one of many cities on Negros)

On one of her recent Bacolod sojourns, self decided to catch the ferry to Iloilo and spend a day poking around in her maternal grandmother’s hometown of Jaro.  She caught a late ferry back to Bacolod.  The sea viewed from the ferry was unbelievably beautiful.

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More Beauty

Every summer of self’s childhood, she and her siblings were put on a boat, to spend the summer in her Dear Departed Dad’s hometown of Bacolod.  It was thrilling:  sometimes we couldn’t get a cabin and had to sleep on canvas cots set out on the deck.  Late at night, self would listen to the murmurings of the other passengers, and fall asleep to the scent of seaspray and foam.

Self realizes the light in this pair of photographs isn’t golden.  But it was not yet night.  The sky was the most translucent blue.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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