I'm not looking at you tonight. Oh, all right then.. just a quick peep. Sucked in again. Be brave, mon ami. Just remember, stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.* If this is true, then what does "a prison make?" All sorts of things. I can hear a yawn coming on, but bear with me,... Sign in to see full entry.
Things could not be much worse - trust me - but it is a question of balance. Home life is quiet again after considerable turbulence towards the end of last week. In spite of a feeling of marking time, I am filled with compassion for a close friend who is having terrible troubles. I have few friends... Sign in to see full entry.
Sparking off 'dave', I thought I'd collect a few terms for being a bit plastered. Here are a few to get you started: a bit full pissed well-oiled three sheets to the wind smashed sloshed sozzled pixilated tired and emotional (somewhat euphemistic) pie-eyed blotto paralytic gone under the table drunk... Sign in to see full entry.
Thought I'd try something else; also posted in YPunday's haiku blog.... Pearl bivalve concretion prized milky hidden treasure beauty unspoken years and patient years mollusc-borne gem lies dormant buried in sediment oyster-embedded enriched by irritation lustre unperceived many seek, few find pearl... Sign in to see full entry.
Especially for Dave... Here is a post that almost made it last week, before I hit the back button by mistake and lost everything (as much as I can remember... some sponteneity will be lost...). It was a sequel to Home Alone, because I felt a bit pressured with my schedule at the time. Life changes... Sign in to see full entry.
This post comes out of writing a response to a comment on yesterday's post (we writers all know how one thing leads to another...) Tonight I am still free, untroubled by the world and quietly content in my own company. Before the phone rang and I left my page to answer it, I was thinking it was... Sign in to see full entry.
We had early-morning fog here today, and it reminded me of childhood winters home in England. What could be warmer or happier than four small bodies huddled excitedly in a too-high bed, the littlest ones in the middle so they didn't fall out? Christmas at my grandparents' was always like that. We... Sign in to see full entry.
I stayed up far too late reading, and morning came too soon. So I went back to sleep, and next time I woke it was early afternoon. I don't believe I've ever done that, not even as a teenager. So what is this? Mid-life catching up on me perhaps. The day, or what was left of it, passed easily enough.... Sign in to see full entry.
It should be so easy. I can stop work. I can concentrate on my research, see my friends during the day when I am not tired. And then I won't have any independent income. He says I don't need one, it will be ok. Except that I will not want to use his money to fix my hair, do my nails, buy shoes when... Sign in to see full entry.
A beautiful last day home; almost all the family together for lunch in a sunny garden, all ages from 70-plus to just ten days old. I would have flown 12,000 miles just to hold the new-born, deliciously pink and white and peaceful. Her mother, my niece, was also radiant, and though I may have missed... Sign in to see full entry.