Two more days and I am heading home for a while. The Lada's head gasket has been replaced, again, the oil flushed and changed and the fan belt replaced. I would like to have rebuilt the water pump and checked the thermostat, and installed a fan cowling. But that will have to wait until I get the car home and into the shed. Its only 400 km. Fingers crossed.
I will probably be back in town for about three weeks. Enough time to meet up with some friends, do the above as well as check the brakes and clutch, do a little body work, pump out 20,000 words or so, download all the pod casts that I missed while living in dial up hell, load a few more albums into the computer, and, perhaps, catch up with a stray friend.
But first on the list is sleep in for a day or two. And do some washing. And sleep some more.
thotd
Monday, February 26, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
nothing comes to mind
There are times in my life when I feel a long way from anyone. I had a few when I was in Japan. I used to wind up the stereo, lie on the floor, stare at the ceiling and let the music wash over me. The floor is the best place to be when you are feeling lonely. The Bad Loves and the Cruel Sea have been long time companions during times like this. Jack Johnson and Maroon 5 more recent ones.
If a person's life is measured by the impact that they have one the lives of others, at these times I wonder if my life will amount to any more a ripple on storm swept ocean. Usually I deal with it with a stiff upper lip and a cup of tea. Or coffee. Or a beer. Or more.
One thing to be said for times like this are that they can motivate you to do things, or say things that you would usually keep locked away inside. If I were a better person, I wouldn't need to find myself is such a pensive mod before being willing to let down the walls a little. If I were a better person I would be a very different person.
If wishes were fishes, pigs would fly.
I once told a old friend of mine that happiness is an illusion. All the other emotions - fear, anger, despair, grief, sorrow and regret - were real. But happiness was a lie. I was such a fool. I wish I could catch up with her to tell her so. But then, perhaps she already knows.
thotd
If a person's life is measured by the impact that they have one the lives of others, at these times I wonder if my life will amount to any more a ripple on storm swept ocean. Usually I deal with it with a stiff upper lip and a cup of tea. Or coffee. Or a beer. Or more.
One thing to be said for times like this are that they can motivate you to do things, or say things that you would usually keep locked away inside. If I were a better person, I wouldn't need to find myself is such a pensive mod before being willing to let down the walls a little. If I were a better person I would be a very different person.
If wishes were fishes, pigs would fly.
I once told a old friend of mine that happiness is an illusion. All the other emotions - fear, anger, despair, grief, sorrow and regret - were real. But happiness was a lie. I was such a fool. I wish I could catch up with her to tell her so. But then, perhaps she already knows.
thotd
Friday, February 09, 2007
nothing comes to mind
Its been so long since I have written anything that I suspect that no one is still listening. For that, for those who might be, I apologise. I'm still on the farm. I'm drunk. I'm tired. Always tired. I wake up tired. But only 19 more days until the end of the month, then I head back to Melbourne where I am going to sleep for a week. Then I need to decide what I am going to do next. South America beckons. But for that I need to learn how to ride. Ride a horse. And pull out a motor.
The up side is that my tractor driving is improving.
And it will be nice to be back on broadband. Dial up is so boat mechanic.
thotd
The up side is that my tractor driving is improving.
And it will be nice to be back on broadband. Dial up is so boat mechanic.
thotd
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