I’m glad I don’t get to decide who goes to heaven. I’m glad the one who does is good, and right. I chatted to a guy as he headed into drop-in tonight who held my hand for too long and stood a little too close. I should have minded, but I didn’t because he was old and sad and yet kind of sparkly. Harmless. He … Continue reading I am not skilled to understand…
Today was a close to perfect day, and it arrived like all of them do, without ceremony or hint of extraordinary promise. Rather than wanting it to be so, I realised it was when it was already happening, like when you recognise a song that has been playing for some time. Today the unassuming truths of clean hair, half an hour to buy good coffee … Continue reading A storybook day…
So I write, apple on lap, sitting in the waiting room of an x-ray clinic, waiting to see if the back of my earring is stuck inside my ear and if so, whether it can be removed. This is off the back of being harangued by a passing car in a way I haven’t been for years, now that I’m in the upper end of … Continue reading Of errant earrings, complications & why I have a soft spot for sheep…
Tonight as I drove it occurred to me that I must have found the elusive sweet spot on the air conditioner, where the perfect balance of heating and cooling makes the air flow out as balmy as a spring evening. I don’t know if other people have visceral reactions to the temperature, but I feel the same way every year. The first night you walk … Continue reading A kind of spring.
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