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Adrift

I am adrift.

My sails wait for wind
That will never come.
I have no course
Save that set by the waves.

My compass, once so accurate,
No longer shows me the way.
My destination, once so clear,
Is lost in the fog.

I hold to the same heading
Knowing I will not land
At the port of my choice.

I sail in circles.
I travel nowhere.
My journey may end
At a place not of my choosing.

Will I be shipwrecked?
Or will I find a friendly shore?
Will I welcome that land,
Or set sail once more?

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Friday Haiku

Nothing to report.
No excitement, disaster...
Little to speak of.


When nothing happens
There's nothing to talk about.
Just big long pauses.


Don't want bad things to
Happen to me but I'd be
More interesting.

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Making Fiends

I just had to pass this on.

Making Fiends is bizarre and yet very, very funny.

I like the big Kitty.

"Eat vegetables with every meal,
Or your lips will start to peel,
And your eyeballs will fall out,
And your feet will smell like trout?" - The Vegetables Song, from Making Fiends

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Back To Work

Yep, back tomorrow, and then back down to Andover too. What fun.

It will be nice to escape the cluttered madhouse and my stressing mother, but I can think of nicer places to escape to.

"We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire." - Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)

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Friday Haiku

Moving is such fun.
Packing, unpacking, chaos.
Can't find a damn thing.


One drama after
Another. Soggy boxes
And spilt paint. Big mess.


How you feel about someone
Doesn't change a thing.
Love should move mountains.

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Squeezing It All In

We moved out and in yesterday... took from about nine a.m. to around two p.m. to get it all in the lorry. In the meantime, we were waiting for confirmation that the money had moved from the buyer to us... Which took most of the day, from eleven a.m. to about four thirty. Don't really know why, though the buyer gave us reasons that may or may not be correct.

First time I've actually been inside, it was. It was deceptively larger than it seemed from outside... but still smaller than our (now) old house. We're fitting it all in, though, somehow... mostly by getting rid of things we don't think we'll need. We were unloading and shifting and moving and partly unpacking (bed assembly mostly) till about midnight... then it was time to collapse.

Getting everything to fit in my room has been... interesting. But my computer all fits, and is working okay... and yes, the phone line works a treat. Fastest net connection my 'puter has seen in months. We're both very happy.

Broadband soon, hopefully. Yummy.

I'm really tired. All this moving and placing and arranging stuff wears me out.

"Aaaarrghhh...." - Me, resting after a long day or three

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Ready? Steady?

Everything is ready to go. Whether we are remains to be seen.

Hopefully tomorrow it won't rain, nothing will get broken or lost and, most importantly, all our stuff will actually fit in the new house... somehow.

Wish us luck.

"A house is no home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body." - Margaret Fuller (1810 - 1850)

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Packing It In

Packing for the move is very time consuming. It's a basic truth of moving that you never have any real idea how much stuff you have until you have to find enough boxes and bin bags to put it all in. The kitchen, the last room we have to pack up into boxes, is the worst by far.

What's odd, though, is the number of pictures we have hanging around (literally, of course) and how many of them seem to hide when their neighbours are being hoisted away. We keep walking into a room previously cleared of pictures and finding more that somehow escaped the cull.

On top of that was the fact that the contracts for the people buying the house of the people buying our house only got exchanged today. This has been a major stress point and the reason why a lot of things like post redirection have been held up till now.

My mother is, understandably, very stressed about it all. I was glad of the opportunity to go into the garage earlier today and tape some boxes shut, because I was by myself... no 'can you do this' or 'help me a moment' interrupting whatever I am doing... and no need to repeat myself all the time because either I don't speak loud enough (or mumble) or my mother's going deaf or something. Possibly both, perhaps.

Mind you, a lot of the time when I'm back from Andover I find myself thinking 'just leave me alone for a minute, will you?' I know it's because I don't get bothered by my boss much when I'm in the flat, and my mother seems to get all her talking done when I'm there because there's no one home but her the rest of the time. Its still annoying... but I feel bad about it. Which is also, overall, annoying. Bah.

On a different note... I'm thinking of adding something like "officially discombobulated" to the top of this blog. I think it would fit.

"Discombobulated (adj) : having self-possession upset; thrown into confusion."

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Friday Haiku

Maybe slighty more revealing than usual...

So, the end has come.
It never really began.
But it's over now.


It hasn't killed me
But I'm not happy either.
At least we're still friends.


House move next week, and
Changes coming at work; a
Time for moving on.

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Extraordinary Thing

Cheer up, it might never happen, oh,
It might never happen, well, we'll see.
As I sit here spitting and churning, oh,
It's clear that it's happening right now to me.

Make it special,
For a loved one,
For a stranger.
This is subtle,
Hard to come by,
Extraordinary thing.

Why not believe in something?
Something's got to be better than nothing.
Just because it is the end of the beginning,
Doesn't mean it's the beginning of the end.

Fallen fragile,
Broken busted,
All for nothing.
Sing my heart out,
For a stranger,
Extraordinary thing.

Sing my heart out,
For a stranger,
Extraordinary thing.

Aqualung, "Extraordinary Thing"

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Bad Line

Our phone line is really crappy just now. Lots of crackling, when it works. It kept me offline yesterday... BT are supposed to be fixing it, or so they say. Very fucking annoying.

But we're moving soon... on the 15th, in fact. So, new phone line... and one that is broadband capable. Woo hoo.

"This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us." - Western Union internal memo, 1876

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Friday Haiku v2.0

The first ones got eaten again.... fucking Blogger.

Busy last weekend
Doing new things, but no chance
For serious talk.


Opportunities
Lost, no chance to open my
Heart, say how I feel.


A week of pain when
I fear the loss of my dreams.
Must be realistic.

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Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't want to scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

Damien Rice, "Cannonball"

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