Three things from DAH. 

DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. Ruminant but not a cow.

First up this week, Idyll …  
Oh, how I'd relish some relaxed, romantic, rural reverie! An idyll, yes. Not like those of King Arthur. More along the lines of an open-ended pastoral escape. Warm sun, light breeze, green grass, a good book, wine, bread, cheese. A stout tree to lean against, and not too many insects. Pen and paper, but I forgot my mobile devices. Free of care with endless time. Join me? 
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Second up this week, Idle …  
An idyll as above described would certainly have me idle. I've long been fascinated by the English organization and publication The Idler. Idling is just such a difficult thing for me to do. I bear a bit too much guilt, which I struggle to overcome. Shouldn't I be accomplishing many worthy things? If so, what are those things? Are they worthy even if I don't enjoy them? Even if they add no real value to our world? I avoid actually idling by scrutinizing manifestos, like this "Manifesto of the idle parent."
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Third up this week, Idol …  
I'm not much for idols. "An object of extreme devotion" or "a symbol of an object of worship" according to Merriam-Webster. Doesn't sound healthy. I recall youthful infatuations during which I idolized unhealthily. These days, I admit to admiration, but can't see idolization. So many and much are so compromised, aren't they? One moment ascending to a pedestal, the next slipping up on some blunder(s) and falling back to earth. All so fallible, a word from the Latin fallere, "to deceive." Fallen idols are inevitable.
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A Book I Aim To Read: Small World, by Jonathan Evison 
"Jonathan Evison's Dickensian-style retelling of America's history is a modern classic … (This novel) is a vast yet intimate tale about the American dream, and the people for whom the vision is yet unfulfilled." (Christian Science Monitor).  

And a bit more:

Alfred Lord Tennyson, by Dorothy Parker

Should Heaven send me any son,
I hope he's not like Tennyson.

I'd rather have him play a fiddle
Than rise and bow and speak an idyll.


And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes …  

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it. 

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