Showing posts with label monastery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monastery. Show all posts

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Casting Manhole Covers, parts, 300 - 303

Richard Britell June 28, 2012


300. A note to anyone reading these texts. When I started this story of my drive around southern France, I posted pictures that went with my story, such as the one above showing my car,  the 2CV. I was also posting pictures of the places I stopped and the interesting things I saw. But after I picked up the Duck he volunteered to choose all the pictures saying, "Your stuff is too dumb, let me do it for you." So the Duck took over the pictures.





301. So the Duck was doing the pictures, and then we picked up Buboni, and since then they have been doing the pictures together. Now, low and behold, I take a look and I see that they have been playing all sorts of tricks on me and putting up all kinds of crazy images which have no connection to the story I am telling. Look up there, what is a picture of Stalin doing in this story? This could be aggravating to people.




302. So I asked the Duck, "Why the picture of Stalin?" And this is what he said.  "Back in section 168, you were talking about how I went to the monastery to get my legs made the same length, and so I put up the picture of Stalin, because Stalin had one arm too short, and he was schooled in a church school like a monastery to be a Priest, it's perfectly obvious to me what the connection was, anyone would see it, and that goes for the above also."



303. This is what it is like dealing with the Duck with his perpetual memory, and complicated way of thinking.  I told him that in the future we would have to put some notes of explanations sometimes, and perhaps some links, and since you can't put links on Pinterest, they would have to be on the blog. Meanwhile, if anyone wonders what some of these pictures mean, just ask, and I will try to find out, and I am sure Buboni will help once he is better.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Buboni, Lost In The Woods, parts 256 - 259

Richard Britell June 17, 2012


256. "You mean to tell me," exclaimed the Duck, "the itinerant Nigerian man who was selling the fake handbags in front of the Shrine is a brother of the Monastery?"


257. "Not exactly", responded the Abbot. "He showed up about a year ago and asked for lodging for the night. He was in such a tattered condition we could hardly refuse. In the morning he made himself useful by tidying up the kitchen and  weeding the garden before the brothers came down for breakfast. He does not really speak French, and knows just a little English, but the amazing thing about him is, he knows the King James version of the Bible practically by heart."


258. "He uses mostly quotes from the Bible to communicate with us, and to this day we can't be sure if he understands what he is saying or not, or if it is something like a parrot repeating things he has heard over and over. Regardless of his handsome physical appearance and physical strength, we think he may actually be a little..." Here the Abbot fell silent. He was about to imply the Nigerian was slow,  but he was reluctant to actually say it.


259. The business of selling the fake hand bags began shortly after his arrival, but we have, I must admit, ignored it because he is so useful to us in so many ways, with all the heavy work that must be done day and night in an establishment like this. For some reason he has always been terrified of the local police, and has run off like this on more than one occasion.