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azur, as I approach a cancer scan on the 25th, I think of you and your
courage and will try to act like you, my hero, and believe......all will be well for you and for me and for everyone that we know.
posted by
benzinha
on March 21, 2008 at 1:25 AM
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Moments like these---so worth cherishing.
Have a great day, Azur!
posted by
FineYoungSinger
on March 19, 2008 at 5:48 AM
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I'm sending happy thoughts your way!
posted by
Sira890
on March 18, 2008 at 12:21 PM
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You just demonstrated the word courage.
Which we know isn't being fearless, it's being afraid and doing it anyway. Whether or not your novel is finished, or all those promises are kept, you're living your life in a state of awareness. Most people are so aware for brief moments only.
Your story about a young worker who surpasses all his former bosses is a great object lesson. In my job at the college this happened regularly, which was why I loved the yeasty academic atmosphere. 
posted by
Pat_B
on March 18, 2008 at 6:01 AM
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Sounds like it did you good to get out, Azur....
...and make you feel like your strong self. All the very very best I wish for you!
posted by
ginnieb
on March 17, 2008 at 8:52 PM
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A smile
from =^. .^= and me!
posted by
Whacky
on March 17, 2008 at 8:05 PM
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Azur,
Prayers and love for you. God will keep His eyes and hands upon you.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on March 17, 2008 at 6:22 PM
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Remember the bologna sausage...one slice at a time
What I hate about crunch time is you can't always predict who will realize your importance or value your history, and who will let you slip.
I hope your former teaboys adventure is over. Usually poeple who shoot at your house don't go beyond that without making it clear from the first that they will...or just forego the drive-by altogether.
posted by
majroj
on March 17, 2008 at 5:29 PM
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azur, we climb up Everest, passing dead bodies as we take each upward step
to the summit, and climb down and think that everything is finished. Nothing is finished until it ( the TOTAL, the ALL of the experience) runs up behind us, unaware as we are one day, and bops us on the head with something surprisingly painful and we burst into tears. Then, it may be over, not sure.
Isn't it fun to meet our past and like the meeting?? Especially kind 17 year old tea delivering fellows who mature?
You Brits and semi Brit Aussie like humans, and even some New Zealanders, too, I'm sure, and some immigrants here in America from those aforementioned places, believe that toughing it out and keeping up appearances and that holding 'that stiff upper lip' and all other similes, facsimiles and metaphors applying equally.....that, well, that all will be fine.
The rest of us lesser beings fall apart occasionally and loudly and or sleep too much one day, and THEN the most successful of us, arise and move on and upward and forward and gang furd and all that.
I have two designer outfits for those times when one must, but it is time to get new ones as mine grow thin with cleanings and age. I dress more exotically now just to defy convention and to show off my Navajo turquoise, etc...... I remember the stories about the hidalgos and their wardrobes, keeping up appearances, even as they starved.....
posted by
benzinha
on March 17, 2008 at 4:49 PM
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