end of september
Thanks to leperman I thought it about time to come back and write. Ah, weekend. Spent much time navel gazing, watching dvds (The Dreamers), reading, watching rain fall across my backyard and panorama. Listened to Tracksuit play at Soak yesterday evening, wined and dined with housemates and hangers on Saturday night, sang and danced along to Lionel Richie Friday night at P's house. How good is Lionel Richie? Also had a solo grief purging session Saturday noon at Battery Point. Took take out bottles of pale ale to the end of a crickety looking jetty, and sobbed until I felt as though all the bad spirits had been let out. It did help. As did the discovery that for every emotion i was experiencing, there was a Lionel Richie song to accompany it. Say you, say me was a particular support; as has been all the tunes from Patti Smith's EASTER. Also intriguing to think of a recent Ruth Ostrow column she wrote about a friend... said friend missed out on a job but it ended up being a human...