HMS Ratmobile, take two.
Monday, May 16, 2005

Today my tire went flat...flat as a steam rollered pancake, and so I ended up getting driven...again.

When I got home we managed to find a spare, and I decided to change the tire by myself, my father watching. Sophie-the-cat thought this was fascinating. Now, my knees hurt if I crouch for more than a minute, so I was sitting on the ground, and she came over and loved up my ankle, resting her head on my foot. Then she butted the small of my back. Then she decided...to my father's annoyance...to come and sit between may arms, staring at the tire with fascination as I screwed the lug nuts back on. I think that my balancing a lug nut carefully on her head and saying, "there, now you're a real lug head!" cheerfully did little to endear my father any to the situation...

So anyway, perhaps tomorrow I will be able to drive myself to work again. *sighs*

I really probably am going to end up getting a pay as you go cell phone. Maybe a Tracphone?

Permalink Cindy scribed this at 6:42 PM 3 comments

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Lug head! I love it! :D

By Blogger g d townshende, at 3:42 PM  

Blogger is no longer allowing me to post. :(!!!

By Blogger Cindy, at 10:04 AM  

I don't know if you'll get this, but didn't you once tell me you were going to start a blog at LiveJournal? If so, what's the address?

By Blogger g d townshende, at 10:51 PM  

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  Taste of Ashes
Wednesday, May 11, 2005

If I were a phoenix, I would have feathers that started off blue, then became purple as they went down to my tail. I would have a green blue breast, and my feathers would be edged in copper, and my eyes would be gold fire.

And after awhile, when everything got too much, and I had gotten to a dead end where I’d failed at everything, I would burn. I would rise from my own ashes, and I would be beautiful and pure again. Perhaps I would remember, instinctively, my mistakes, and avoid them.

I am so disappointed and stressed and tired right now, that I burn hot enough to incinerate at a touch. Come and see. My flesh is unbearable. A chance breeze, and I could catch, my fingers, my heart, the marrow of my bones would all be but dust.

But I know better. I will not rise. My ashes would blow away. And no one would even remember my name.

Permalink Cindy scribed this at 5:35 PM 1 comments

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How sad! I hope all is well with you, Cindy.

By Blogger g d townshende, at 7:23 PM  

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