Jun. 30th, 2005 05:48 pm
What is it about rainy days that speaks to me so? I kept getting distracted today by the rain and wind rattling the windows of my office. A gust of wind would test the strength of glass, and I would glance up and become transfixed by the patterns of rain herded by wind, the trickle-spatter-thump of raindrops on the glass, the final brown leaves being stripped from trees by the grasping wind. Minutes later I would rouse my self from my reverie and try to concentrate on work again… but the wind and rain call to me…

I went outside in my lunch break to be in the weather… the whisper and howl of the wind, the susurration of tyres on slick roads, the gurgling of rivers in the gutters, the trickle of rain drops over my head and down my neck… these sounds and feelings carry with them a strange kind of silence and peace… in the middle of the rain, in the middle of traffic, in the middle of people scurrying hurrying to be inside, out of the cold, out of the wet, I walk slowly with my face to the rain and float to the sounds of a city awash…

There’s just something about a rainy day that touches the quiet part of my soul.


May. 25th, 2005 12:09 pm
Stuff that's good:

* My mother not coming to stay with me when my brother's baby is born as her husband is coming as well now and they are going to stay with a friend of theirs far far away from me

* They found a better hire car deal than they originally had AND this one has an outlet at the airport so I am off the pressure hook of being asked (required) to pick up the hire car for them and collect them from the airport

* I am going to New Zealand tomorrow for five days staying with my beloved Goddess and relaxing and hanging out and having some much needed escape from the whirlwind my life has been the last few weeks

* Cake

* A someone getting wishes coming true and being all happy and excited about it

* Ms L making an offer on a house just 15 minutes away from me and planning on moving down from the mountain... and the gentle development of our friendship..

* Falling in love

* Hearing a friend who I always felt kind of disapproved of my life tell me she's kind of jealous of the life I live and enjoys how vastly different our worlds are because it keeps her mind from getting stuck in a narrow rut

Stuff that's not so good...

* My mother telling me that she got a serve from her brother who got a serve from Evil Nanna because I didn't ring, or send a card to her when Vile Ron died. Mum telling me I'm inconsiderate and impolite. I told her I was sorry she and my uncle had been drawn into it and agreed to play, but I wasn't going to and if Evil Nanna had an issue with me then let her tell ME about it... she reiterated that she thought I should have at least sent a card out of politeness, I had been raised better than that, and I let the silence on the phone spin out until she realised I was not going to buy in, sighed and changed the subject. It's really hard to sit out that kind of silence, but I knew if I spoke I would attempt to defend myself, giving tacit agreement that I had done something that required defending... and nothing I had to say would have been productive.

* My brother didn't even call me to wish me a happy birthday

* My car is about to fall to pieces and I can't afford to get her fixed, she's not worth selling, and I can't afford a new one.

* I haven't had more than 5 hours sleep in any 24 hour period since last Friday... I'm manic with sleep deprivation...
tired and rambling )
Hooray for Ibuprofen and Pseudoephedrine say I!! Hooray huzzah yippee hoorah!! The evil snot monster has been vanquished, my throat no longer feels like sandpaper, my headache is gone, and best of all... I still have the husky voice, kind of... AND i'm having my usual reaction to PE... s'fun... not conducive to work, or concentrating, or general gross motor skills, or verbal coherence, but hey, it's fun, and if I start talking crap, well at least I have a sexy voice to distract from the content! I'm tempted to make the most of it while I've got it, but it's probably inappropriate to use the work phone in a catholic organisation to ring people and leave smutty messages on their voicemail... not that the calls are monitored in the electronic sense, but apparently God watches us all the time (dirty voyeur) and may decide to smite me... I'm beginning to think that the whole smiting thing is just a hoax though to be honest, coz how often does it actually happen? I've never seen Sandra Sully put on her serious face and announce "In breaking news, a Sydney man was smote today in the carpark of a shopping centre, witnesses claim the man parked in a handicapped space without the appropriate authorisation, swore at a small child and kicked a puppy before the messiah appeared, smiting him with great vengeance and then vanishing again"... That's a news story I've NEVER seen... so I reckon I could get away with a smutty phone call... even if I do work for the pope... tra la la la... hmmm.. must try and focus on work...



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