The first couple of photies are of the day. The bus stop. And the last four are of the afterwards.The alottment.
The best bit of the day was rewarding the Africans girls for helping me at lunchtime. Oratile is far smarter than moi. Patience is her pal. Euan, the Scottish kid, was the best of the bunch. This is a joe you would want to be in the trenches with. Stolid, Scottish, Black Watch, few words, engineer, but heart of gold. I wrote them all references today. To take away. Into this hard, harsh world. Phone home when you get lost out there kiddos, and I will remember yous. They go on exam leave tomorrow.
I wrote something on the other blog about ra bliss just before coming here. Or pragmatism..Oh, how happy I am to have that liberty, that escape from the pressure from the folk who don't give a damn really, the awfully appalling mismatched bits and pieces, the chappies who are my deep dear friends, the last of all the clickiness when I tried to discard everyone when the statcounter thingy went passed twenty, apart from the women in Shreveport and Skye, who are not cynical.
Well, I got rid of the sociopath, but I did like him and he was my chummie. Still, I should get the currants out of my life, and no longer stand by and just stare and not bother.
I think Marie Rex is a much better person than anyone else I know. I met her once for a few hours. She's had her arms broken, jaw broken, been abused and abandoned ... Albert is someone who would not try to hurt you, but lacks almost everything. To say that he would not try to hurt you doesn't mean he wouldn't phone up your estate agent and tell them that you're house is falling down just for a laugh, well, he's got a weird sense of humour. Mingin' is so unable to do yoga ... he and Albert share this amazing stiffness ... it is the weird hatred that the evil bourgeios project on their children, this stiffness, self hate, and lack of empathy ... anyway, they don't meditate, do they, Jack? Of course, they don't, Hotboy. No bound for hell, just in hell, the stupid basturns!
3 comments:
Pretty pics.
Your veg is doing better than mine.
I am honored that you think so highly of me. But being stupid enough to live with someone who broke my bones doesn't make me a better person.
I do meditate. But not for bliss. I meditate to learn how to deal better with my self and people in the world.
We are all learning different things in life.
Come up to Skye the weather is wonderful.
Marie! We have lovely weather again today!! Can't believe it. July will be awful as usual of course! Hotboy p.s. It wouldn't take much to be better than some of the folk who land on this blog!!
Good move by the kids, commissioning a fiction specialist to write the references.
But which particular sociopath did you get rid of?
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