I just love walking around my hometown, reading all of the positive signs of encouragement during these difficult times.
Have a great weekend everyone. Try and hang on and
(hopefully)
I’ll see you on the flip side.
I think I need more sleep. I put ketchup in the bowl today instead of washing up liquid.
As we’d say around here, it’s been chucking it down all day. Which translates as ‘it’s been pouring with rain’.
And so, I spent the afternoon inside, watching the first of this two-part documentary:
It passed the time while confined to the house, and I love most of the artists that are covered in it.
Music illustrates our individuality. It’s as though you don’t pick the kind of music that you like, the music picks you. You can have the same background as me, we can share the same context and life experiences, but what turns you on can turn me off, and vice versa. Certain styles speaks to each of us differently. We react to that which moves us the most.
August is coming to a close. Summer is coming to a close. With the night closing in, I’ve started this new book.
Some time back I read and enjoyed Johnson’s short novella, Train Dreams, and thought I’d give his collection of short stories a try.
I have heard of a woman who claimed that she once fell in love with a man because he recommended this book to her. Again – individuality. He searched his memory of every book that he’d read before, and somehow struck the jackpot. Found the one for the one.
The pressure, though, of getting it right. I wouldn’t fancy my chances.
Anyway, that’s enough for now, I’m only one story in. The rain is still tapping on my window.
I’ve just read about a guy in Thailand who keeps the helmets of motorcyclists who have been killed in crashes. “I collect their scent.”
I guess we all need a hobby.
I first encountered John O’Donohue when I purchased his book Anam Cara, which is Gaelic for ‘soul friend’. I’m a sucker for anything seeming to hark back to my ancestral past.
Described as a ‘poetic priest with the soul of a pagan,’ he certainly had a way with words, and I made a note to check out some of his other books.
And of course, I forgot.
Then tonight I came across this reminder, an excerpt from his book Eternal Echoes, and made my second note. I’ll act on it this time.
Probably.
from my poetry blog
That’s almost a certain Neil Diamond song.
And I know I’ll be regretting saying that later when up in that heat box of an attic of mine that I sleep in. Or, rather, attempt to sleep in.
Although it’s not exactly cool, at least there is some respite from the day’s fire out here.
I’ve been sitting here for a while, light fading, darkness falling. There’s a bat flitting around these gardens, and a large dragonfly, large enough to have made my daughter scream if she’d have been out here with me, passed determinedly by, maybe heading for a place to settle.
That’s provoked two questions. 1: Do bats always flit ? And 2: Where do dragonflies sleep? Just a couple of more things to keep me awake during this hot August month.
Just thought I’d check in and see how you guys are, warm or cold, in lockdown or post-lockdown.
I’ve heard we may have another storm heading our way.
Here’s hoping.
Even the ice cream van . . .
I think Lush, in Manchester Arndale have it about right.
I’ve also just seen this, I think it’s in Scotland, somewhere.
City Jackdaw 