The Stace

Hi, I’m Mike Staceyย and I’m just keeping an eye on things as I approach the sunset of my life. Well certainly closer to the sunset than the sunrise at least ๐Ÿ˜‰

This site contains a mixture of my scribblings, podcasts and radio shows.

I suggest you use the “Blog“, “Podcast“, “Quotations”ย or “Radio” menu items if you want to segment what is displayed. Under “Blog” you can also just choose one of the categories to further limit what is displayed. Look for the “Older Posts” at the bottom of the page to show the next page of posts.

If you would like to find out a little more about me, please check out my ย “About” page.

 

Copyright ยฉ 2015 All Rights Reserved

Featured post

Elmo and Rose

The stuffed human-like form covered in a familiar red fabric with the distinctive boggle eyes, yellow nose and a large mouth set in a permanent grin, lies between the meditation cushion and the wuppies bed. ย Two little hands with only four fingers on each hand. Two little feet with only three toes on each foot. This is Elmo and he came to fame through the tv show Sesame Street. Our version was a grandchildโ€™s toy that somehow got left behind at our place and was adopted by Miss Rosie. Continue reading “Elmo and Rose”

My humble blog has just been followed for the 100th time and I thought I should show my appreciation with a special shout-out. Thank you Matt B Comicย I hope you and my other 99 followers continue to enjoy my scribblings.

 

Let Me Go

We poor scribblers find inspiration in the most unlikely places. An idea then picked up can lead down all sorts of paths previously unknown. This was the case recently when I was watching an episode of “Deep State”ย where the character played by Walton Goggins recites part of a poem as an epitaph for one of his companions who was being buried. The words “miss me but let me go” struck a chord within me and I had to see if I could find the source of this poem, if there was one. Continue reading “Let Me Go”

Fiction is

โ€œThe only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible.โ€

โ€• Mark Twain

Noisy No More

This noisy miner is no longer noisy, its chirping call forever stilled by the action of one of my neighbours. A neighbour who apparently cares little for us or our environment. This lack of care is demonstrated by this sad sight, a dismal scene of scattered feathers seen in our park recently which once constituted a breathing, living, chirping noisy miner bird. Continue reading “Noisy No More”

Little Miss Comfort

A moment that’s all. A moment in time captured by this photograph, the bare bones of the moment at best . Just two cute puppies in a plush dog bed is about all an uninvolved person would register on seeing this picture. For my wife and I though, this will live on in our memories as the moment in 2007 when we discovered something distinctive about the little light caramel puppy on the right to whom we had given the name Rosie. Continue reading “Little Miss Comfort”

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