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have spent three days handwriting, neatly. it gets on my nerves that it is so tidy, repetitive, that i never did achieve the badge at school for such a skill.     words a bother too, always gentle, no grit really, no filth, or dastardly deeds.   i spent three days writing, one eye closed,…

is there some thing in your eye, did you see it properly or maybe it is in the mind.  yesterday came suddenly.   some of us weren’t talking, then we did, yet some still don’t.   is this boring?  this is the stuff of life today, random, when life is soft, nothing precious to worry…

in the cold, frozen, the code will not work, nor will the counting with interuptions, all things moved about.   there is a discount, on top the discount, so a discussion ensued on buttons, roman costumes, whether egyptians used starch back then.   my mother did, mixed it, dissolved the lumps in a bowl ready.…

it is a new store,the chapel architecture restored. i remember the day they cleaned the stone, noisy. i was opposite with cofffee, trying to chat. he did not seem to notice the interruption.   they have candles, subtle shades, non drip, yet have sold out of ragged ribbon, a big disappointment.   i commented on…

went yesterday, there were floods by the cob, seems the sheep were safe. quiet in the stores, people still stuiffed, including me, aren’t we lucky, fortunate in our lot. saw the lad from the theatre, had a hug. the next store, just round the corner sparrows outside bathing in puddles. bought our sticks, some ribbon…

after twenty years, the backs need dusting, the new one to be hung.   it is a little drawing, done with conentration and love.   we drive the valley,  a new venue, visit the pictures, there is no reduction for being old, so we choose the best seats.   new years day.   sbm.  

what can i say, except happy.   mine started after the solstice really, it seemed to make more sense, yet   i will go along with the rest today, say happy.   we should say happy everyday.   i think it is a thread that runs level, while the bad and joyous stuff, is another,…

for those in peril on the sea plays each morning steadily.   fingers tap the sounds, the words, little ideas readily.        wore rags, ate off broken plates before it was screened.   yet i bet this is not a first, not really our idea.   so we keep on mending, making, pray…

started with magic furry frost , clearing cars to get to work.  early the planes came over sideways, lights shining, we stood and watched them fly. it was all over face book, some complaining of the noise, some like me, stood in wonder, remembering.   a day of lumps, that fell to nothing, so in…

on cleaning, finding moth. although expired gently, lift and place in box with the others. on old ribbon, slightly frayed, wind, pin, keep for another day. for work, for photographs. on words, collect, retain the simple ones, that do not confound, hand write into paper books. post often. on living. make notes. sbm.    

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten.   i think i may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics stained with the words of time. to touch.   feel the textures, the threads,…

can be.   frightful, in snow or heavy rain, dark the days are, the evenings darker. forecasts bring gloom and panic, then are cancelled minutes later, the phone kicks off.   ice is predicted,  mountains white   and jesus is reborn up the valley.   now there is a story, meanwhile arriving home to candlelight,…