Tomorrow ArT

today is quiet, we laughed and laughed silently and loudly yet the day went quietly on its way. Lenny walked slowly determined from his chair to my chair and then we laughed and old each amusing stories until he o I for that matter could laugh no more and he rose and with his stick returned to his chair  His son came out and told us the cricket score and it looked like we would win....we did in the end. Then she came in pain and suffering and stayed a while . This gave me time to rise and take my son to his school were he and I sat and listened to people talk about hi future and mine but more his because he is still a boy yet to become a man. After tha we pizza'd out at Bella Pizza and came home to a waiting wife and mother who  got me to take the dog for a walk on the banks of the vlei. It all truned out alright and when I returned I blogged and blogged until my fingers fell over each otherin desperation to keep up with themselves until finally I realised that they were tired of being kept up into the darkness of night and actually as with most live things needed rest...oops Shereeen popped up on skype so before these fingers sloth off to bed a quick word of fun love and joy to her in Dubai. Goodnight dear Ides of March until next year then...we'll chat I am sure and see what lies on the path in front of us.

Ides of March

another day another Ide...what you say... I got thru the night;; and the wind it blows from the south

New on the block

Wow here i am in cyberspace...so nervous...first step 'n all....which direction should i take? this way...no no that way...wait it's not that easy or that simple.  What about eating into my bandwidth 'n all?  Will it? Will i? Do I care? Who is out there listening other than myself? So is this really just about writing to me the other me? the one that is out there?  Draft saved at 8.21. What time is it? 8.22. Hell, that's now. It's saving this all the time..   Good grief must have a helluva lot of drafts saved. I'd rather be spending than saving...Why walk around with my pockets full? Make 'em so heavy. Me? i wanna be light Lighter than the air we breathe.... Then the sky really is the limit. Gee I am beginning to like this 'cause really deep down inside while my kids are yelling at each other as the older teases the younger and their mother attempts to bathe them....as my sister who has had three...no four children and all of them are out of the nest; as she said one day it's suicide hour....And here i am the last one on the block to blog. Oh boy enough is enough. Let's see how this flies threw cyber space.. Speak to you soon.