Driftwood

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Monday, March 12, 2007

Working at home.

I survey my desk, my disorganized desk, and see to my left a half-open drawer, some work balanced on it, half-done. Two reference books, articles to read, my weekly planner and desk mat (this year's innovation); my phone, plain and analog because I'm old-fashioned… my printer, with paper; a box,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 9, 2007

"You can scream all you like..."

Such thoughtful words were uttered by a father whose parenting skills were sadly lacking on the ten-hour leg from Hong Kong to London. The child, who was about two or three, had revealed a tendency to first whine, then wail, and finally scream, for quite long intervals. Which was tolerable, to a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 26, 2007

All by myself.

I am enjoying a few days to myself, with my own thoughts and my own space - not for long, this morning, because I have appointments and need to get out the door quite soon, but I have really needed this respite. I haven't been commenting or blogging much, partly because of the post-graduate work.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Birthday

At water’s edge, a table for twelve: we celebrate your birthday my very dear friend, your family surrounding you reflecting all the warmth that emanates from you, and is absorbed, enriched and amplified in your three sons and your husband, who smiles broadly and wants nothing more than to see you... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

And there it was gone... more technophobia.

Fun with the new blogit toolbar... I have just lost my next entry. That'll teach me.. and I don't even know what I did. I used the new spellchecker to look up anaemic (you'll have to wait till I remember what I was writing to find out what that's about) and the dialogue box told me there were no... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Settled in for an evening's blogging

like many an overlooked woman she could settle intimately and unmolested into her secrets. (Dorothy Porter, Wild Surmise, p12) Have you ever noticed that there always seems to be a song or a piece of poetry or prose that speaks to you at some time or another? I came across this last year, not long... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Seems like yesterday.

When I was quite small, in post-war England, the only place we could buy essential supplies locally was a Nissan hut, in the middle of a field which eventually became houses and shops. I don't remember anything too clearly, except walking with my mother and a growing brood of siblings. Whispering... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Stung

Perpetual bee-sting, sharp, surprising stab, small shocks rippling from point of impact: my heart. Reverberating through my pain centre, sensation growing, intensifying, peaking, subsiding: in its wake, hot, throbbing hurt slowly lessens, weakens, subsides; venomous impact leaves redness, swelling,... Sign in to see full entry.

And here we go again.

Well, I've had time to reflect, and to wonder once again where I am headed, whether alone or with him - most likely not with him - or with anyone else, as if I were anywhere near ready to try to be in a relationship again any time soon. I try to get remember what it was like, being someone I used to... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 22, 2007

When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

I ask this question whenever there is a row. It is my mind asking. My mouth doesn't seem to know the answer. I really shouldn't say what I am thinking, and I really shouldn't speak up for myself when I think something is unfair, or simply wrong. The trouble with speaking up for myself is that it... Sign in to see full entry.

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