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Melancholy time ..12:52 Jan 30 2009
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I just came away from Images’s journal. She writes beautifully and has a knack of saying things I could only wish I could express, her simplicity with words is wonderful.
Her post did make me think about my own daughter who was born ten days after my mother died, (not that I need an excuse to think about my baby girl as she’s rarely ever far from me in my mind).
I know I’ve written before about how my feelings were mixed concerning the lowest and highest points in my life coming so close together. I have no regrets. My mother chose my daughters name and Dominique has her eyes down to the exact colour.
She knows all about her grandmother and I often tell her that they passed each other on That great stairway to and from heaven.
Maverick11:15 Jan 18 2009
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I was getting ready to go out this weekend ‘guy style’. This meant that my bathroom looked like it was hit by a bomb. There were towels on the floor mixed with my dirty undies (underwear) and t-shirt, all this coated with a fine mist of powder. Anyone that knows me knows I’m pretty clean and tidy, I live on my own (normally) and have learnt that if I don’t tidy my mess, it won’t get done.
Anyway. As I was running late I put on my cleanies (clean clothes) which included a new pair of freshly pressed black trousers. I had my pc playing the theme to Maverick by Geoff Love & His Orchestra, it’s a western melody kinda up tempo and I seemed to be imitating the sound with my gait as I was bustling from room to room.
I’d made up time with wonderful efficiency and on passing my bathroom I noticed that I’d still left my gear strewn over the floor. Without hesitation I scooped up the towels and underwear and took them straight to the washing machine making sure they didn’t come into contact with my strides. Job done and I still had time to shut down the pc and have a smoke.
That’s when I saw it ..... I had one beautifully polished black shoe caked in powder!!!!
MY PARENTS MADE A VILLAN OF ME15:00 Jan 04 2009
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As a kid I remember getting sent to the shops to pick up some odds and ends for my parents and when I returned and plonked the groceries down on the table I would hear the thanks followed by those familiar words “where’s the change?”
Where’s the change indeed, it would just ring out as if on auto pilot. I wish I had the retorts I have now, I could have hit back (but respectfully) with what I know nowadays.
What were they thinking ... ‘’sorry mum but that casino looked way too beckoning, I blew the lot.’’
The funny thing was that I never gave it a thought to pocket the change, in fact it wasn’t until they started the ‘where’s the change’ routine that I decided to give it some thought.
These were the days before pound coins, so I would then begin to say ‘’well I only took the ‘little money’’ .. wtf was that?!! ‘little money,’ this would of course refer to the copper, sometimes I may have slipped in a 5p or even a 10p coin, yay me so enterprising.
‘’Parents ... check your change, my parents never did.’’
What's in store?!!11:23 Jan 04 2009
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New year, new adventures. Reading some journals it seems the emphasis has been put on relationships! HA!!
Most seek that special someone, even thou we run the risk of getting hurt badly but we out outweigh the pain because we know that the reward can be far greater than a simple friendship.
But sometimes we jump far too quickly from one relationship to another. Sure, who wants to be alone or left on the shelf, but this is where regrets come into its own.
I will continue to live my life with as few regrets as possible, even at the risk of spending the rest of my life alone. I will not accept second choice or being second place.
Now to get on with this new year and get the shit kicked out of us by love.
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