Its still less than one year. A lot less really especially with the Coma tossed in there and a house move. No wonder then that I shimmer and shake and tremble at the edges.
Here is the wee poem I was looking for. An oddly comforting thing to me.
“You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.”
― Donald Hall
I want to go to Nambucca Spiritual Concept Meeting but just don’t have the wherewithal. Soon the new Freeway will be built and that road will be far less intimidating. I am in need of lifts methinks. I shall hire Boz to do my lawns for $35. Maybe Sandra will do them one more time.
I don’t think I have ever seen X smile not even in photos and not even drunk. Poor child.
As for me – I am still undecided. Very timid still. Early days Lass. Let it evolve however it does. I have washing on and my cutting thingos and an electric whipper snipper which I don’t yet know how to use. Its a lovely day. How shall I spend it ?
Maybe stepwork is enough. The very nature of the last 9 months has left me with a load of resentments and other damage. They need to be bundled and incinerated or otherwise dealt with.
And for now I sit with ClassicFM on. Watching the trees and the Lagoon and thinking about almost nothing at all.