Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Junie 2013

16 Junie 2013

Vincent kry 'n bed

Na baie lank se beplanning... yes:
Plan A... nee
Plan B... Doahh
Plan C... Ah!
Het Vincent 'n "groot-seuntjie-bed" gekry!

So Plan A:
Sit 'n plaar planke teen die muur sodat ons 'n goeie "fondasie" kan vorm!

Sit dan 'n raamwerk met 'n paar ander odd planke vir die matras neer..

Oops en dan is die ding so hoog dat arme Vincent omtrent kophoogte met die matras is... Ouch.

Mmmm... Plan B:
Kom ons herwin 'n stuk presedwood (wat ons dan invoer van Pringlebaai) en gebruik die in plek van die vreeslike raam. Oops hy is so aks te kort... Ai...

Ah.... Plan C:

Kry 'n lekker stuk Marine Ply (Shatter Board of so iets) en saag die ding nou maatpas. Sit twee planke soos aangedui vas vir struktuur en siedaar! Ons klein seuntjie het 'n groot seuntjie bed!

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My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

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Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls. If thou art in the bath, it tolls for thee.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg into an electric fan..

His handshake ought not to be used except as a tourniquet.

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

The world is moving so fast these days, that men who says it can't be done are generally interrupted by men who are doing it.

Pioneers are the people with the arrows in their backs.

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16 Junie 2013

Vincent kry 'n bed

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