oh my! not quite thin air i'm writing to then! thank you for reading! thank you for commenting Bella Mia!! :-) i am glad you liked that piece - its true!
it is funny tho isnt it writing into the 'air' - well i think so - but i guess you get used to it.
so that was me in a wee bit of a downer yesterday.. (was that yesterday?) .. never mind because there is always another day. it was a strange mixture of sun and mist - well a sea haar really - its freeeeeeezing! nevertheless i waited patiently in for the gas man and for the insurance assessor (the 3rd one i think!) to arrive this morning, and then went off to the student's exhibition at the RSA, the ones graduating this year. lots of painting - and quite a bit of figurative - this year, and the usual splattering of 'student angst'. went round with a pal discussing, disagreeing and generally assessing.
two of my best girl friends are minister's daughters, oddly, i always think! and another best one lost her father when she was 10. one of the minister's daughters lost her mother when she was 5 or 6 i think.. or was it 9ish.. but very early, she has a younger sister and brother. the other minister's daughter was the youngest of 6 and she was always being forgotten about, she had older brothers which were both a help and a hinderence depending on point of view! actually she is a vicar's daughter because she is actually english. the non minister's daughter has a younger sister. and my best male pal lost his father when he was 10. he is the youngest of 3; a sister and a brother.
its just that it is funny - they are really pretty close friends; met at different times in my life; all random.
so many stories, eh? we all have them, but it's funny when you realise such coincidences as i have described. makes you wonder.. 'what's it trying to say to me?' !
and then my tummy goes funny and i think i dont really want to go there just now.
there are times to dig deeper and times not to..
tell you what tho - they're great good pals to have.
actually - i had forgotten, but this morning, eventally walking down the road, for some reason my mother came to mind and i felt very sad because i had been going to stay with her for a bit after i graduated, but she died just before i did graduate so i never got the chance. and as i remembered that i got that funny feeling in my tummy again - its like this thing that you cant say because there arent any words, but you feel, and you know you have not to feel or you wouldnt be able to walk down the road properly, so you dig your finger nails into the palm of your hand and keep going. and think of other things. and then i remember thinking i never believed women used to faint all over the place because of a shock - but then i hadnt realised the effect their tight corsets would have had.
i just remembered that.
it is funny tho isnt it writing into the 'air' - well i think so - but i guess you get used to it.
so that was me in a wee bit of a downer yesterday.. (was that yesterday?) .. never mind because there is always another day. it was a strange mixture of sun and mist - well a sea haar really - its freeeeeeezing! nevertheless i waited patiently in for the gas man and for the insurance assessor (the 3rd one i think!) to arrive this morning, and then went off to the student's exhibition at the RSA, the ones graduating this year. lots of painting - and quite a bit of figurative - this year, and the usual splattering of 'student angst'. went round with a pal discussing, disagreeing and generally assessing.
two of my best girl friends are minister's daughters, oddly, i always think! and another best one lost her father when she was 10. one of the minister's daughters lost her mother when she was 5 or 6 i think.. or was it 9ish.. but very early, she has a younger sister and brother. the other minister's daughter was the youngest of 6 and she was always being forgotten about, she had older brothers which were both a help and a hinderence depending on point of view! actually she is a vicar's daughter because she is actually english. the non minister's daughter has a younger sister. and my best male pal lost his father when he was 10. he is the youngest of 3; a sister and a brother.
its just that it is funny - they are really pretty close friends; met at different times in my life; all random.
so many stories, eh? we all have them, but it's funny when you realise such coincidences as i have described. makes you wonder.. 'what's it trying to say to me?' !
and then my tummy goes funny and i think i dont really want to go there just now.
there are times to dig deeper and times not to..
tell you what tho - they're great good pals to have.
actually - i had forgotten, but this morning, eventally walking down the road, for some reason my mother came to mind and i felt very sad because i had been going to stay with her for a bit after i graduated, but she died just before i did graduate so i never got the chance. and as i remembered that i got that funny feeling in my tummy again - its like this thing that you cant say because there arent any words, but you feel, and you know you have not to feel or you wouldnt be able to walk down the road properly, so you dig your finger nails into the palm of your hand and keep going. and think of other things. and then i remember thinking i never believed women used to faint all over the place because of a shock - but then i hadnt realised the effect their tight corsets would have had.
i just remembered that.
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