I have been ill, you know...
Hello again...
Sometimes in life, a cloud lifts away and the sun shines... Both actually and metaphorically, although frankly, with the weather in Ireland, metaphorical sunshine is pretty much all we're left with...
While I've been busy not posting, amongst other things I haven't done, I have been thinking... oh and talking, and talking and talking...
That was after the sore throat cleared...
My head is full of stuff, but I seem to have lost the knack of writing it down...
But, amongst my thoughts...
It's easy to forget where you live... not actually, unless you're hammered... But sometimes where you live just becomes a place to go, somehwere you eat and sleep and if you're lucky have a shower... I think it probably applies most when you live on your own... You become absorbed in the functional features of your residence, living on alarm clocks and fridge contents and never thinking about where you live, how it looks, what you want to do...
It's only when someone else visits, or stays that you experience the joy of a home, or so it has been in my case...
It was only when I had friends to so, one for 4 days, another for a couple of nights, that I started to pay attention to what goes in my house... And I love it all over again... the sun in the morning, the little bird that's building a nest in the wall out the back, the vast numbers of skips that populate my street... In fact I was so enamoured I headed out last night with my camera to take some photos of my beautiful surroundings...
Here's a couple...
Sometimes in life, a cloud lifts away and the sun shines... Both actually and metaphorically, although frankly, with the weather in Ireland, metaphorical sunshine is pretty much all we're left with...
While I've been busy not posting, amongst other things I haven't done, I have been thinking... oh and talking, and talking and talking...
That was after the sore throat cleared...
My head is full of stuff, but I seem to have lost the knack of writing it down...
But, amongst my thoughts...
It's easy to forget where you live... not actually, unless you're hammered... But sometimes where you live just becomes a place to go, somehwere you eat and sleep and if you're lucky have a shower... I think it probably applies most when you live on your own... You become absorbed in the functional features of your residence, living on alarm clocks and fridge contents and never thinking about where you live, how it looks, what you want to do...
It's only when someone else visits, or stays that you experience the joy of a home, or so it has been in my case...
It was only when I had friends to so, one for 4 days, another for a couple of nights, that I started to pay attention to what goes in my house... And I love it all over again... the sun in the morning, the little bird that's building a nest in the wall out the back, the vast numbers of skips that populate my street... In fact I was so enamoured I headed out last night with my camera to take some photos of my beautiful surroundings...
Here's a couple...
posted by Conformist No. 1 | 12:34 PM
1 Comments:
Sir Monkey,
Perhaps the next entry should be entitled..."I have been busy, you know... Hello again..." *grinning*
Imagine my disappointment as I took some time away from my blog break to catch up with yours...
Please Sir Monkey. I humbly ask that you give me a fix of your nonconforming wisdom and only wish that you avoid becoming a mucksavaged blogger.
With love from your #1 fan...
CK
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