Injured...
Something funny happened yesterday, which I'll mention here: as I was walking to Uni, a guy (half) approached me as I was walking towards him, obviously a canvasser of some description, and said as I became level with him "any accidents or injuries?"...I said (walking past) "No, sorry...."!!!! I was laughing for ages about that, me apologizing to an insurance salesman for not having suffered for him!
I'm pretty down today, the band I'm in is collapsing around my ears, but I suppose I've only got my half-hearted work "ethic" to blame (and age and family and degree and attitude towards music in general, that it's probably not going to put bread on't table). But after this period of cleansing, as if by fire, maybe a stronger forest will grow from the hardiest trees (the oldest)....
I've been in a weird mood in general actually, even before all the band stuff. The train steamed up this morning, and I wrote upon the window with my finger that: the passengers had been weighed in the balance and been found wanting: actually I wrote a date: 11/3/2054. I think that's about the expiry date on my drivers license, but it always makes me think of the expiry date it's associated with. It's funny isn't it, how we have this shelf life, but we never actually think about what that date could be in concrete terms. That's why so many people were offended by the Death-Clock. So I'll probably die in the "Fifties" (as people will know them) if I'm lucky. And to quote Solomon(?)(NIV) at Ecclesiastes 1:11:
"There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow"
And it was graduation day for all the frocked monstrosities, I could/should have been one of them (for my HND result), but why pay for something you've earned- why shell out for a frock and a photo (in excess of £100) when you get the certificate for free, in the post? I was pulling very strange faces as I walked by the adoring, filming, snapping parents; hopefully I'll turn up on the margins of someone's film or photo looking a pass short of a degree...
To end on a bright note, here's a spider Joni drew (or painted onto, she did the blotches!) today at nursery whilst Becky was learning how to make a quilt in college.
I'm pretty down today, the band I'm in is collapsing around my ears, but I suppose I've only got my half-hearted work "ethic" to blame (and age and family and degree and attitude towards music in general, that it's probably not going to put bread on't table). But after this period of cleansing, as if by fire, maybe a stronger forest will grow from the hardiest trees (the oldest)....
I've been in a weird mood in general actually, even before all the band stuff. The train steamed up this morning, and I wrote upon the window with my finger that: the passengers had been weighed in the balance and been found wanting: actually I wrote a date: 11/3/2054. I think that's about the expiry date on my drivers license, but it always makes me think of the expiry date it's associated with. It's funny isn't it, how we have this shelf life, but we never actually think about what that date could be in concrete terms. That's why so many people were offended by the Death-Clock. So I'll probably die in the "Fifties" (as people will know them) if I'm lucky. And to quote Solomon(?)(NIV) at Ecclesiastes 1:11:
"There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow"
And it was graduation day for all the frocked monstrosities, I could/should have been one of them (for my HND result), but why pay for something you've earned- why shell out for a frock and a photo (in excess of £100) when you get the certificate for free, in the post? I was pulling very strange faces as I walked by the adoring, filming, snapping parents; hopefully I'll turn up on the margins of someone's film or photo looking a pass short of a degree...
To end on a bright note, here's a spider Joni drew (or painted onto, she did the blotches!) today at nursery whilst Becky was learning how to make a quilt in college.
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