Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

It’s already Saturday here and I haven’t published my Friday Song yet. Better late than never, eh? This week I could tell you about all the stupid spending that went on under the last government, and that we now have nothing “nation building” to show for it. I could also tell you how this has left the new national government in a pretty pickle having to cancel important programs that ensure people sick with Covid don’t have to go into work in order to keep a roof over their heads. Yeah, tricky. It is especially tricky when you have inherited a huge budget deficit due to a lot of expenditure that hasn’t exactly been the best value for money for the country, and now have a huge budget deficit/ big credit card bill, at the same time as interest rates are going through the roof (lotta roofs in this thought bubble). And if you are not collecting enough taxes to pay that debt down because everybody, including the rich people, must have a tax cut – and in order for prospective governing parties to win an election – then those debt levels are only going to increase, adding to the burden on existing and future taxpayers, those few that are still remaining that is (including those casual but essential workers sick with Covid), and I’m not talking about the rich people here. I could tell you about all of that, but I won’t.

Instead I will tell you about how I dragged my True Love out for a short lunchtime walk today as he has been working his backside off trying to find a pot of money. Yeah, tricky that. When we were out, we saw the eagles – two of them cruising overhead. My camera cannot cope with birds in flight. I would like a new one but I’m not sure whether it would be a good investment given our household budget. Also, my camera lens has dust in it. I hope I can get the latter repaired. Fortunately, I did manage to get one photo. The eagle wasn’t quite in the frame, but good enough. Here it is.

Time to make some noise, I think. I can’t believe I haven’t had an ABBA song yet so let’s fix that right now. Here is ABBA performing Eagle. It seems very appropriate. Enjoy.

Familiar story, eh?

Fly high, everyone.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

39 thoughts on “The Stories They Tell

      1. There was a great Italian police show I was watching during the Covid — Tataranni. I loved it. It was good for my Italian, too. But Rake is really the creme de la creme. My favorite is the retired English teacher who’s on a crusade for clear language who gets convicted for espionage and terrorism but he’s OK with maximum security prison because he’ll have peace and quiet and can read all he wants.

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  1. Great shot of the eagle.
    Usually, you have to pay a service fee upfront for anyone to look at your camera. Not sure how much I paid to have mine serviced many years ago. Now I just live with dust on the lens under the lens(es) with the excuse that ‘I can’t see it’ so don’t pay for it. A bit of spot retouching in editing software is cheap.

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    1. Thank you, Vicki. I had to sharpen and lighten it up a bit in PS. My shutter speed was only 1/400 because I was taking landscape photos at the time. I might edit out the dust spots too. Mine is not a popular camera brand so I might have trouble getting the lens fixed. My husband said it is probably not worth it because the marks are only noticeable against clean, light backgrounds and I mostly take photos in shade or late afternoon.

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  2. Goodness! I can’t believe that is an image from a camera which has to be cleaned … it is stunning! and actually I like that it is not completely in the frame – it is so artistic in presentation 🙂

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