I have accompanied my daughter. son, son-in-law, grand-kids, and a family friend, on the family’s annual vacation to Gracetown, near Margaret River, south of Perth, Western Australia. This picture is of them. It is truly amazing to get so many members of the Deague-Playford ‘clan’ together at the same time and in the same place.
Move fast? Break things? Was this the motto of Islamic State, from the days when they launched their successful attacks on parts of Syria and Iraq back in 2015, and laid to waste much of the ancient city of Palmyra?
No. It’s a motto that came out of Silicon Valley, CA, at more or less the same time.
Why did I have to be rescued from Hakodate or, more specifically, from the La Jolie Hotel in the district of Motomachi?
I had to be rescued because, in late October of this year, Janet, my partner of 32+ years, died an accidental death there while we were on holiday, and I fell in an almost comatose heap as a consequence.
On 31 Oct 2023, my deceased partner, Janet, was cremated in Hakodate, Japan. She had died an unexpected and accidental death three days earlier. My son, John, was with me. I cannot properly describe my feelings at the time, except perhaps to say they were blackest black. I was grief-stricken to an extreme degree not capable of explanation to anyone who has not actually experienced it themself. I was barely functional. As I described in my last blog (entitled ‘Dealing with Extreme Grief’) I was not anchored in the real world.
Grief is something with which we all, except for a lucky few, will have to deal sooner or later. Extreme grief, such as I have recently experienced, will come to an unlucky few of us. My recent experience of extreme grief resulted from the accidental and unexpected death of my partner of 32+ years. This, I believe, is about as extreme as grief can get. Perhaps some of the people in Gaza right now are experiencing worse.
We are off to Japan for about seven weeks. During this time, I may not be as busy with my blogs/posts as I would be when home. For this, I apologize.
With the exception of Australia, my home country, my favorite place in which to travel is Japan. And one of the reasons – and there are many – are the izakaya. They are peculiar to Japan. Put simply, they are places to eat, drink, and socialize. Perhaps the nearest equivalent is the pinxos bar in the Basque region of Europe.
From my early years, I have had brushes with the immortal invisible One, almost always through unsolicited intermediaries, earthly intermediaries, lurking in the shadows, always ready to prey on young impressionable minds. These days I would say to these pesky intermediaries, Thanks for nothing. And repair, if you will, to your own Hell.
Where we live, far from the noise and confusion of big cities, bird life is in our faces at any moment of the day. To wit, the kookaburra, the magpie, the black cockatoo, the pelican, etc. And the crested pigeon, shown above.