I want to open with a discussion on fear. Not the fears we face within ourselves, but the real fears beyond us, around us, and affecting us.
There are some bad ones, horrible ones. You could be lying in your bed, on this very night, just a light sheet over you in deference to the warm summer nights. Your eyes are closed. You breathe deep. You are finding some peace at the end of another day. And then you feel it. Just the lightest wisp against your skin. But even during that moment of touch you awake...but do not move. You have no idea what is now moving along a distant part of yourself...
but this is not what happened to me this weekend.
Consider that same assumed safe place. Your bed, your rest, your sleep. But you awake with a start. What was that? Some sort of...tap? Do not move, just think. Are the cats all out? They are...But that, that was too loud. There was no way that something you already own made that noise. Lay quiet, eyes shut, and listen for the silence...
alas, again this was not what befell me. The fear I came across was instant and pulled at me very heart.
I arose around 7ish two days ago in a B & B in P.E.I. (For my English readers, Prince Edward Island, Canada's smallest province, sort of like the UK, flat, open fields, less rain, more sun and ... better beer? no, you are right, Budvar it is). I went to the bathroom to relieve my body. Now, some of you have probably not ever encountered, or better yet, heard of the cushioned toilet seat. It is a vile creation beyond any pale of evil that which we may ever find (If you own one and are offended...tough, just make sure I never use your loo). In my muddled state I sat upon the toilet and, ever so slowly, felt myself sliding in...
Now of course, I did not. But for a brielf, cloudy moment...sweet lord, every part of my body jumped to save itself. And not all in the same direction, it just all had to move...now That is real fear.
A quick film review. I saw World Trade Center and you know, I was enjoying it. Right up until the moment when Jesus showed up with a bottle of water...
yeah
see that is not something I can even make up. I mean, I could say a giraffe floated in with and umbrella and you would believe me just as much. NOT KIDDING, Jesus, plastic bottle (Sealed cap? I would assume, he must be a clean fella), H2O. There you go.
Now I know I promised you some pictures, and I shall deliver, just not what you were expecting. My oldest and kindest friend in the world has brought a boy into the world. Congrats Adam and Erin...and welcome Samuel
...and I cannot get the pic to upload AARRGGHHH.... go here
http://thedykers.blogspot.com/Now I shall end on a recent difficulty I endured. I am adult enough to admit to being adult. The halcyon days of young adulthood have vanished behind me in a hail of bandanas and tigered flavoured ice cream. Oh sure, I can glance back at Calvin and Hobbes or catch an ear of Ace of Base. But the fact remains...I am already past my due date. I can feel my imagination dripping out of my pores.
But, now, adulthood should offer some bonuses. For instance, that wave of impartable knowledge should be crushing me against the rocks any minute now. Oh Yes, from never needing to ask for directions to being concerned about cellulite. But has it struck yet? You tell me...see I ASSUMED that it would include some useful information. llliiikkkeee...the difference between Javex and Bleach???
but no, nought, nada, I...having used both within the past few hours on some t-shirts have succeeded in ruining some t-shirts and being NONE the wiser as to what I should do.
wait now...why did I need these products? oh right, I had some stains to remove. That is just like me, dripping food all over myself. I have been doing it since I was the cutest kid on the crust of the Earth...but if I am still dripping,...wait...am I still a kid?
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Update next Sunday...and Caitlin, that was it...that was your whole interpretation...well you are the only one to respond despite the poor assessment, so you win....what, oh gosh, I do not have your email address to tell you where to pick up the wine...and what? Oh, you are not old enough to drink...
