Rambling, Absences and Jaundice

I confess to being a little tired, thus I will merely provide you with two small photographic offerings this evening.

I usually have some mainland property at any particular point; I believe I mentioned my piece of land in the Alua region previously, and the above is its current appearance.

Alua is a pleasant, contoured area where I have a riverside plot, and, by God, if that is not an opportunity to dispose of hazardous waste I’m no engineer. Visitors are advised to leave the area of the outlet pipe pointing towards the water at some speed if they hear the warning whistle.

I shall be adding more and more here I expect; I am building in a style which is not, technically, low-prim, more low-prim-density I suppose, where each component (wall, doorway, outhouse) uses fewer of the basic shapes beloved of us all than it might, in order that I may go on to add more and different elements, and end up with some enormous rambling structure that makes no sense whatsoever - or appears to make no sense, I might add, there is of course hidden purpose here. How could one ever imagine otherwise? For shame!

I popped briefly to Port Caledon after a report that a tram was misbehaving, ready to administer discipline (trams, being what they are, do not respond to belt, cane or paddle, and hydraulics are often necessary) and found not only an absence of misbehaviour (resulting in a pat on the boiler and an encouraging word for the tram concerned) but also…

…an absence of Caledon I. Above you may see that I stand on the edge of Port Caledon, wondering exactly where the rest of the roadway has gone. I found no real answer to that question, but given that I have heard no-one else complain about Caledon I’s absence, I assume that it is a transitory thing.

One can become a little blasé regarding the appearance and disappearance of arbitrary land masses on the Grid. “Oh, several thousand tons of earth, water and plywood appear to be missing… ho hum.” Oh, to be rid of the jaundiced, jaded eye of the prematurely-aged Veteran! (An eye both jaundiced and jaded does admittedly have a pleasant greenish-yellow tinge.) If only it were possible to see the world once more through the marvelling eyes of a freshly-minted Ruth.