so long ago 

a bit vain 

nearly a year ago 

what a boy, becoming a man. 

a text I got before noon made a little tune

Traffic is backed up everywhere
and
I just missed my tram

should be OK

Call Notre Dame

love


Can you write me a little poem and leave it as a comment but pretend it was a text to my mobile phone?

Tuna in the dark a result of sequences

I've come home rather late tonight. As I went in to the kitchen I noticed a bit of what I thought was a spillage of orange juice. I figure this was the residue of a child who wasn't kind enough to look after their own messes. You see earlier this evening but not yet quite dark the light in the kitchen burned out. We did not have a replacement in stock here. And since we had to be off to meet up with some friends and we were running behind a bit the light was left. No it is quite dark and one can not really see well in the kitchen which it on the back of the house. The end terrace we live in is next to a very large sand stone edifice built for worship by Methodists rather some time ago. Opposite that and further behind us is a another also large structure of about the same scale built by Anglicans. Directly behind us and adjacent to the Methodist edifice is a large and sprawling building either Methodist or Anglican vicars and other assorted holy people lived and worked in. All this random yellow sandstone is piled high blocking the rare sunlight, moonlight, starlight, or street light that might grace our kitchen. And then the small space of raised pavement surrounded by an over growth of hearty and un cared for vegetation blocks the remaining light that could pass from the surrounding buildings into our windows. The orange juice turned out to be tuna. Bummer! Tuna stinks. I should not have used a tea towel. Now it stinks real bad. And so does my hand lots of hot water and soap may resolve the bulk of the offense but the smell still lingers. Thus the lack of light has foiled two people in the kitchen tonight the spiller of tuna and the cleaner of tuna.

I will walk through the valley,if you want me to.

I have been back at the gym recently thanks to the return to town of a good friend Mike Darkin. I have been busy looking for a job and I hate the process! It is so hard when you such a non standard person to "sell" yourself to the bureaucrats. I just don't fit the mold and so I'm unqualified to work. Oh well I'm trying to get past the emotional baggage I have about the institutional processes. I know it is the anarchist that has struggled againt the machine of institution all my life! but I need to learn to conform and play the game. I have visited many employment agnecies and there isn't much they think a nearly 40 year old former bpatist minster can do. I don't have an education that fits their boxes. I do't have work experience or trainig that they can relate to.
Beyond the work saga I have been inidated with problems and requests from friends. I feel for them. I know they suffer and hurt and have needs and want comfort and communication. I feel this even more maybe than it is really there and yet the many and varied situations that surround me are overwhelming.
My kids! I have four chldren. I love them. I think they are great. and yet? I want them to pull their load here. I want them to apprecaite all that we are trying to do and how much.

Things were quite apart from today? 

The Princess Bride

Once again I enjoyed one of my favorite films of all time last night with a close group of friends! Lyssa is now going through the same germ infestation I am coming down from so we thought lets have a slower night this monday with the freinds and guests. Well it wasn;t slower but the comic enjoyment afforded by the film the Princess Bride was enought o nearly get me through the night. Stop it I mean it!; Anyone want a peanut!
Oh well in the insanity of the evening I bought my tickets to the States to travel with Samuel, and a guy named Dan Holt, (now there seems to be an interesting story unfolding and I have no idea where it will end up). Alistair could be sure he could get the time off work yet so he could et the ticket with us yet.
Did I tell you that the Princess Bride was fillmed in locations alaround where I live! Cool huh?
If you come and visit me, we can watch it and then go on a tour of the sites.

Missed it completely!

Today is April the 2nd and I guess that means nothing to most of the folks I know here. Back in the States I would be recovering from some stupid April fools joke. But people seem to be a bit more serious or something. I will admit I am on day four of being sick! This head cold has got a grip and it is not letting go. I am trying to get rest and drink plenty of liquids. But still I'm sick! I HATE being sick. When I'm sick I'm pitiful, I can't do anything, I'm grumpy. For four days my important list of things to get done has been on hold. That does not mean people have not kept coming and asking me for this or that or talking to me or calling or visiting. It just means I've been pitiful. I don't do sick well. In fact if I were Job I'd not make it. Oh Lord please be merciful to this wimp. What I missed was anything about April fools day. Were you a fool or fooled on the first of April? Tell me about it.