I haven’t had a lot of screen time recently. This is what I’ve been doing while not staring at a computer screen: Collecting train tickets and using them as bookmarks. Eating pizza while watching my Dad attempt to play jump rope with an extension cord. The morphine is working! Meditating/crying while in a church. Reading Naked on the train, while wearing clothes. Drinking cider at The Scottish Real Ale Festival. I’m such a rebel. Getting a free copy of Rebecca…
Dear Readers/supporters of our mawidge, And so, on Friday, Sarge and I were sitting around talking wedding music with my Dad and Anne. Our song is ‘The Book of Love’, and that’s what I’d like to walk/roll/whatever down the aisle to. (We’d like to get piped out after the deed is done, but that’s possibly another post.) The thing is this. I like the Peter Gabriel version: And Sarge likes the Magnetic Fields’ original: And so so, we…
My weekend begins on Friday, so we’ll start there. I woke up and asked Sarge to make me a coffee. I did so nicely. ‘Can’t (the PA) do it?’ ‘She doesn’t make coffee,’ I said. ‘She pours water into ugliness.’ ‘Fair enough’, he said, turning on the coffee machine. For the rest of the day I scribbled and read, scribbled some more and thought about organising my dresser-drawers. I opened them, and quickly shut them again. A story for another…
