And the Moon...

"And the moon rose over an open field"
"How high the moon?"
"Moon river wider than a mile"
"By the light of the silvery moon"
"Moonlight becomes you it goes with you hair"


Finally being able to capture the moon with a little cheap digital camera, is a delight.

Visitors come and go..and is it a phenomena that I have not noticed before but do the relatives who want to sit and talk about;
1 Themselves
2 Their trip..s..
3 Cities that have been visited overseas
4 Past careers
5 Present careers and how much money they are making....

...is it me or is it these world travelled, world weary, "don't give money to the arts or the poor", wealthy hardly-ever-see relatives are the very ones who won't even bother to contribute a bottle of wine to a dinner, when they sup, sleep and breakfast at your house.

Why?
What are they thinking as they rabbit on about the 'markets' and the schemes and the 'way around the tax man' and 'oh by the way we own five houses beside our own'...holy hell!! NO wonder young people cannot afford to buy their own HOME (ie in comparison to an 'investment'!!)
Who are these people and why are they so quick to flop gratuitously and obscenely into my lap their money obsessed vomit?

In my own home I want to talk about family and love, and pain and joy and the whole damn thing.

But they?

Spew forth about how it is.."long term investments you know, five to twelve years"...
"Oh? And how old will you be in twelve years?"
Seventy three?
"A young chicken"
Really?
My mum died at seventy four and you are related to her. What the hell are you doing living like this?

I said nought.

And so it goes.

How high the moon?

We will all find out too soon.