watercolour and ink on paper
Waiting for a change
It feels like I am waiting for a change, waiting for a miracle. There are too many of these little notes that will be filled with self pity should I just let them be what they want to be. And not enough of these notes that would stoically keep carrying on. I guess what I have to do is think of ways to maximise the time that these inconveniences give me and I will start to think of them as opportunities. That can be my miracle.
Slip, slop, and what can we do. Maybe I am not going to be an athlete of any particular note but this morning I struggled so in my little game, my usual little game in which I am usually able to give my partner a good game. Slip, sloppy, not today. And then the rest of the day slipped by in the same way. Another day is nothing.
Fanciable
When I think about my younger days I cannot say I did anything particularly...
August 23
