This is a Clayton’s post


I would like to dedicate this post to my little brother, Clayton. He was named after the non-alcoholic spirit, Clayton’s: The drink you have when you’re not having a drink. Being born six years after the four other well-spaced kids in the family, my parents deemed him the baby you have when you’re not having any more babies. Growing up with this stigma, it’s a wonder he turned out normal.

This is a pic I took of myself in London’s Regent’s Park in September. In many ways, the weather pattern we experienced there was one I’ve experienced here: unseasonably warm, lots of flowers where there should be dead foliage, and people out and about, making the most of the weather. Of course, one major difference between London in September and Kyiv in January is that the sun was out.

I look at these photos from time to time when I need to remember what a shadow is.

So why is this a Clayton’s post? Two reasons:

1) I want to put a pic on my profile without using the crappy Hello software recommended by blogger. That software just does not work for me. I have circumvented the need to use the software by posting this, and using the URL from the pic above to put a pic of me in the profile section. So darn smart of me.

2) This post has nothing to do with anything. It’s the post you post when you’re not posting a post.

POST SCRIPT:
I am a bit concerned on reading the Wikipedia entry on Claytons, that my readers will think I am an unloving daughter and older sister. One of the definitions given for Claytons on Wikipedia is:

Subsequently, the term “Claytons” entered the vocabulary of both countries [Australia and New Zealand], used as an adjective to signify a compromise which satisfies no-one, or any form of inferior substitute or low-quality imitation, largely synonymous with the word “ersatz“. For example, a hasty or temporary repair may be only a Claytons solution to a problem.

I would like to point out that I’m not trying to make a commentary on my parents’ decision to have another child after they reached perfection (Little_Miss_Moi). Simply make reference to the second definition provided on the page.

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