There are a few things I know.
- I don’t want to die young.
- I want to see the world. Preferably not by myself. When I’m old and grey and reliving my memories, a digital picture won’t speak back to me or relish them with me.
There are a few things I know.
A while back while having a pets talk with the lovely lady at mybeautifulthings, I remembered something I had been told about the new incentive to have pets, for some of the folks in England.
As we all know, times are hard. For some luckier ones in some parts of the world, their government will dish out a few bucks. Call them benefits. Apparently, since animals are our fellow creations and we’ve got to treat them good too, if one has got a pet, say a dog, one is given benefits for that dog too. Which makes sense. If you’ve got none to very little income and own a dog, you can’t be asked to let your dog starve.
Now, that may be taken as a given by most but I have to tell you, I was rather surprised. Continue reading
I haven’t written in a long time. A week only, yes, but for me that’s unreasonably long. Usually, I may go a day or two without writing and then, some days, I will find myself posting two, three new posts at once. I have concluded it must have something to do with how my mind wanders from tree top to tree top, making occasional stops in valleys and along slopes.
I’ve been under some duress that somehow inhibited the usual flow of words from my brain through to my finger tips and finally onto my pages, here. When that happens I usually find myself with several drafts, half-stories, that end up staying in the drafts folder until my spirits are up again, high enough to feel up to some interaction. And even then, my mind still wanders. And wonders. And wanders.
Take for example, this morning as I prepared for my morning shower, some excerpts.
There wasn’t much hot water in there last night, I better switch on that heater. In the meantime I’ll brush my teeth.Wait, why don’t I first do my facial wash routine? As I brush, the facial wash will be doing it’s magic then I can wash it off later. Yeah, of course, as usual.
I’ve got to go to the drug authority today, then call those pharmacy managers, then… what else?
You know, what if there’s a power cut later today, perhaps I should leave the heater on a little longer, that way there will be enough hot water even after I shower. I should get back to my blog, have lots to write about. I should take the laptop out and power it, such that when I’m done here it’ll be good and ready and off we shall go writing.
I finish brushing, put up my toothbrush and walk out of the bathroom, head to the bedroom to pick the said laptop. Inside, a song is playing on the radio. Reggae tone, dance-hall beats. These guys are wailing about the cunning of today’s city girl. Tough love, it’s a tough city. Everyone’s scheming. What, you couldn’t beat them so you joined them? Great move, Mr. Musician. Enter yours truly.
Wooh! I really love this song!
I start dancing.
Their song doesn’t have much lyrical value but I have to agree that the storyline is quite funny. I just love these beats! My God, I haven’t really danced in a long time. Not even at Grace’s party. Still mad about that, I threw that do, THAT was my big chance to dance like crazy! Well, there is always next time. There is also NOW. Continue reading
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