.... well, the Deed is Done....... and the planning for this year's springtime visit to Ecosse is actively afoot.... the tickets have been purchased....

.... it appears that May the 7th shall find us jetting jetlaggedly from Manchester northwards to Aberdeen.... upon arrival, there shall be a groggy Mercedes ride from the airport to the tiny town of Ballater..... once there, we'll spend the remainder of the week at The World's Smallest Hilton playing snooker, drinking scotch, and gazing out the windows at the Highland Countryside....

.... my goodness, time seems to by flying by...... it feels like just yesterday we were wandering around Belgium, France, and Germany..... but, wow, that was September....... and last October saw my house filled again with insane bloggers....... and now it is already almost time to jet off again......

.... last year my Brother in Law made the trip.... and this year he is planning to do so again AND bringing his bride with him as well.....it will be nice to see her again after all this time.... the last time that I saw her she was swimming in silk, dripping in gold, covered in henna scribblings, and saying goodbye to all of her wedding guests in Dhaka...

... 8 years...... wow...... it certainly doesn't seem like 8 years ago.....

..... the beautiful Miss Time, boys and girls, she certainly is a zippy one.....

.... I awoke this morning remembering my Herrick.... and now that I've got some coffee down me, I guess I'll share.....

To the Virgins, to make much of Time, by Robert Herrick

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today

To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry.

..... and with that, I'm off..... for in a strange fit of un-Eric-like behavior, I actually have a few charitable tasks that I must perform today...... y'all be good...

by Eric on April 16, 2008 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Robert Herrick was a pimp. And apparently he had a thing for Julia.

Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself
by Robert Herrick

Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum,

These musks, these ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.

I'll tell thee: -while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,

The passive air such odour then assumed
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed,

Whose pure immortal body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.

Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast
by Robert Herrick

Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?

Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?

Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?

Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?

So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.

There are, of course, several others devoted to Julia.

Bullshitted by Tommy on April 16, 2008 08:01 AM

... rock on, Tommy.... thanks for the reminder..... poetry is all about stirring the emotions.... and it certainly sounds like Julia was stirring his....

Bullshitted by Eric on April 16, 2008 08:10 AM

My husband's job took us to Aberdeen for the month of January. My blog has lots of photos during that time. We did make it to Ballater while driving the countryside, but it was getting dark. Because we were there in the off season, many of the castles and such were closed. But we did make it to Crathes Castle which is on the road from Aberdeen to Ballater. Drum Castle was nearby, but it was closed. We had some great times in Aberdeen. We spent an afternoon in Edinburgh (rode the train there and back) which was not nearly enough time to see the sites.

Bullshitted by Lou on April 16, 2008 10:13 AM

... excellent, Lou.... that area of Scotland really is quite beautiful....

Bullshitted by Eric on April 16, 2008 08:06 PM

Do those charitable tasks well and with a happy heart. That good comes back to you, in many ways and many times over.
Oh. And the closest I ever got to the Highlands is my 7 year old West Highland White Terrier. She's family!

JihadGene & Great Reader

Bullshitted by JihadGene on April 16, 2008 10:36 PM