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We don't need another / a new discussion to prove it.

It is as it is.

Let this "fred" (discussion thread) live under the theme .......

long live this family

brothers, sisters, brethern, dogs, cats and birds, ants and flees, water and air and gas and Clare and Jim and him and the window Simm (??) and you and me and he and she and we and them and us and puss (???) and fish and the dish (it's on) and paper and pen.

Yip.

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If you were in the mood for that sort of thing you may have noticed much surreptitious wiping of noses.

I was eventually forbidden the blowing of my nose in chapel at the convent. Too tuneful or not, heating was not so common in those days.

in England then, having won the war we were all very poor and cold for a long time.
and just for the sake of it, I have turned the days to summer last year, when it rained on the 3rd of June.
http://youtu.be/QZY0n2N9QUI

The pandemic is warming up.  Because of the warm weather... the usual lower-germ cold-snap environment is gone.  Lots of sickies with runny noses everywhere.  Of course the dox load them with antibiotics... so they can "get back to work" ...which gives  the microbes a nice mild outdoor environment to work out... and get used to the antibiotics.  

Of course this is a nice side-dish to global warming: pandemics.  Future-ex Ms. Waldo was rushed the hospital.  Bacterial meningitis.  The kids have to wear masks to visit.  I would be there now 24-7... but that's above my pay grade now.  Fuck it.  And I say away from the sickies anyway.  

Let what's left of my immune system deal with it without "drugs" (well except the usual beer and cigs etc.)  Last heard she's still "under sedation."  Not my fucking problem.  Not my fucking problem.  Not my...  

Just want to get my severance pay and get the fuck out of here.  

Bacterial meningitis is very bad news.  One of those things that sneak up & snuff out lives while we're busy making other plans.  Sorry about your being alone Waldo & the demise of the chickens.

Thanks for the music Mouse.

I am adjusting to living in the Gauteng metropolis running through city traffic & highways to do errands for my sister & brother-in-law.  I spent a lot of time perspiring a lot, getting very lost & reversing into my brother-in-law's precious almond & cherry trees when exiting the driveway ... never could reverse straight, but this is becoming embarressing.

They are revamping me - sent me to hairdresser, dentist, psychologist, psychiatrist .... so I don't frighten the Bed & Breakfast clientele & the rest of the staff (great guys from Malawi with dreadlocks who pamper the guests).  

What astonishing family they have turned out to be, rescuing me like that.  Still crying a lot .... confused about the implosion of the last 7 years and relieved to find myself in this little haven ... hoping I prove useful/ recyclable.

 

hoping I prove useful/ recyclable.

Yep - that effort into being a compostmodern.

Decided against the doctorate program in theatre at FSU - was considering it so I could have something to do and be able to be in Tallahassee with Jo - but it is aimed at young professionals getting a solid traditional grounding that would make them employable at other Unis. 

At this point I would just be doing it to provide a structure to explore my area - contemporary performance practice - the process is what is important, not the "union card". Not willing to have to slog through mandatory courses in ancient Greek theatre.

My goodness, Waldo, sorry to hear about Ms Waldo. 

Been debating whether I should go get myself some antibiotics in order to clear up a cough left over from my cold/flu. Trying to do my part in not over-using them, but that sort of thinking is probably futile -- not to mention potentially fatal. 

Don't know how many furiners you guys are exposed to where you live, but here, going to the store is like visiting the United Nations. lots of disease from who knows where. We white bread are the new indians.

Cal, iffin that be you in the photo with the dogs, you look terrific.

Just watched "severe clear documentary Iraq 2009"  Little girl's brain lying next to the road.  After it fell "...out of her broken skull..."  That's where he buried her little pink flip-flops... because "it seemed like the right thing to do."   

Watch out for the bad dreams, kid.  This footage really freaked-me-the-fuck out.  And I'm used to bad dreams.  Doesn't mean I like them any better than I ever did.  Photos from Antietam and all that.  

The little pink shoes should be catching up right now.  That is, unless he's still "deployed."   

Good God, Waldo, I am thinking of you, while I listen to someone playing happily in the next room. Now I must cut her bread and butter it. One moment ... had to do toast under the grill because the butter is hard,

Smallest has just shown me a rainbow she made by biting her toast, she is pleased , her mind housing her thoughts, she sings and is whole and just now is unwrapping, has bitten off the head of a small chocolate santa. She says it is yummy and I have to try it.

found the butter I left out to soften, thinking of you Waldo, now it is time for lemon curd yoghourt, the windows are open, the birds are singing, Smallest is bringing the post, she has opened a card from our cousin in Cheshire. Singing and ringing a bell now, must go, thinking of you, she has been to q party , pretending to be a reindeer...
think things are swinging round, criteria to fulfil, extreme housing needs, perhaps they are going to boot me out soon, certainly so called support worker is putting the pressure on.,very upsetting, walking up and down shouting oh dear oh dear oh dear. am not welcome out, and now not welcome in.

The world is certainly cruel these days.

it is Pan, but that may have been a misapprehension on my part, a fit of despair, my cousins up north think there's nothing to worry about. i shall be able to continue to watch the great migration from this snugness on the hill.

last night's cat on the roof, sliding down th tiles above my head, kept me awake with his gallivanting.

ten thousand Nepalese people moved to the town next door very recently.
Panic over, hurrah over here at least, thank goodness. My cousins were right, I completely misunderstood the intended meaning behind the word.

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