- October 16, 2017 at 11:35 am #1646741
lilith7MemberMember since: April 9, 2017
Indeed – the little swines lie in wait somewhere until the flyspray runs out. Occasionally,you’ll get one which does a Kamikaze dive,so you think the wretched things,going to land on you – & then swerves at the last minute.
There was one the other day which had come in through the open bedroom window – I carefully closed the door,went down to the kitchen,grabbed the newly purchased flyspray,returned to the bedroom – only to find it had legged it out the window!
I know the damn thing was out there laughing! 🙄 😎October 16, 2017 at 1:28 pm #1646776
gabyoneMemberMember since: November 13, 2008
I love the fly discussion Wanda & Lilith.
And what about the mossies who sneak into the bedroom at night. I am sure they are laughing at me & their buzzing is really them laughingly calling all their mates to come & drive me insane.
Perhaps I am already insane because I really struggle to understand any of the big stuff going on in the world. Perhaps it just my 2nd childhood knocking on the door.
Gabyone Auckland regionOctober 16, 2017 at 8:03 pm #1646883
Ha ha ha ha yes to all of those experiences – simple, silly but very very real…and don’t they totally take over your whole life for the time they’re in it???
….and then again..there’s those of us who think about….dare I say it……
In this long term observer of screw ups opinion I’ve finally realised what makes a successful one sided relationship work for one side.
There has to be an idiot…usually female…and a moron…generally male.
You know what an idiot is don’t you?….No?…
Well it’s always just one step above the moron in brain function and 10 steps below the moron in gullibility…..and the moron?…
Well it’s always one step below the idiot in smarts but 10 steps above the idiot in manipulation…and rules the school!.
Cynical huh? well ok…but you know whether or not you fit into that mold or not – don’t you?
Would you confess to it – if you did??
Probably not…but it takes one to know one!……just saying
wandakrOctober 17, 2017 at 10:49 am #1646993
lilith7MemberMember since: April 9, 2017
You’re right about those mozzies Gabyone – they’re up there laughing.
And some days, I could swear someone up there decides to have a laugh at our expense,via the weather.
Put the washing out, then you bring the washing in, then you put the washing out – I don’t anymore. If it starts raining,then that’s it,it gets brought in & hung on the porch.
And the other day when that happened,I caught myself giving the sky a special two finger salute!
Must be my second childhood kicking in… 🙄October 18, 2017 at 6:19 am #1647179
Ha ha ha ha ha GB and Lilith – our thoughts on our respective realities can be so entertaining when written down and read back can’t they?…but on another level I want to talk about….
I have a daughter…I adopted her when she was 6 weeks old and she is now 51 has blessed me with 6 grandchildren and 10 great grandcildren.Years ago when I was starting into writing I read a beautiful piece shared by Sara Kay that I shared with my daughter and now I’m sharing it with you who have daughters….
Instead of “Mum”, she’s gonna call me “Point B” because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me – and I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach – but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”
But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mum taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my mum said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it..
“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
wandakrOctober 18, 2017 at 9:17 am #1647183
drlivingstoneMemberMember since: October 22, 2006
wandakr, Love your thread and appreciate Marianne Wiggins quotes from The Shadow Catcher especially today the anniversary of my fathers death 20years ago, “to make art is to realize anothers sadness within,realize the hidden sadness in other peoples lives,to feel sad with and for a stranger”
Peoples Republic Of ChristchurchOctober 21, 2017 at 8:36 pm #1647900
Hi Doc, Gosh it’s true about the flying of time – it really does fly!
My Mum will have been gone 10 years on November 19th – the day of the Pike River tragedy….and I will always feel it as if it was yesterday.
My Dad passed away 24 years ago and I can still feel him around…amazing and beautiful the gift of memory isn’t it.?
I think that’s why I love those really special people who weave magic with words…..especially the Poet Seers who touch our emotional cores in a simple but matter of fact way that lessen the pain and force us to live through our respective grieving processes with little sayings like this…. “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form”…Jalaluddin Rumi
…and if you really stop and think about those words and relate them to your life – you ‘see” the meaning very clearly…well those are my thoughts on it.. 🙂
Hugs to Claire.. 🙂
wandakrOctober 21, 2017 at 8:59 pm #1647906
drlivingstoneMemberMember since: October 22, 2006
Hi WandaKR, I am surrounded by birth days.Yesterday was Adrienne my late first wifes birthday, Today is my baby brother Robbs 67th birthday(he lives in Melbourne) and on Tuesday my late mother Arabella Ann(Nan) would have been 105 years young.Today is Desis great grandchild Brookes birthday She is five years young.Desis birthday is on November 1st.Birth DAZE (Days) A lot better than the alternative. Best wishes 😀
Peoples Republic Of ChristchurchOctober 23, 2017 at 7:13 am #1648011
I often wonder why someone, who was once upon a time so close to me suddenly changes and I wonder if what I am and what I’m doing has automatically but naturally stirred all kinds of resentment, envy, and other manifestations of insecurity in that other person. However I’ve decided I cannot spend what’s left of my life worrying about the petty feelings of others but believe hurting people often hurt other people as a result of their own pain. So if somebody is rude and inconsiderate, I think I can be almost certain that they have some unresolved issues inside….some major problems, anger, resentment, or some heartache they are trying to cope with or overcome and the last thing they need is for me to make matters worse by responding angrily…so I won’t….xxx
wandakrOctober 23, 2017 at 7:23 am #1648012
Good Morning Doc -and Happy Labour Day to you and Desi!
Like you we have months when birthdays come almost every second day and with a dynasty of 300 whanau just from Mum and Dad that also gives you an idea of the enormity of Christmas gift giving….thankfully it only takes one to make a change that makes sense…we all contribute to Christmas dinner – and share gifts with our own whanau – and accepted long ago – if you can’t -you can’t…Have a great day.. 😀
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