Tackle
Click clack whack-it-i-whack, watched the rugby and it was intense. A bit boring and none of the bits that made me feel these young men are doing things I could never dream of. Of course they were doing things I could never dream of, one tackle or a glancing blow andninwould be out for the week. What I mean was when it is important it is not exciting, it doesn't have to be.
An so with the darkness knocking at the door patiently waiting for the inevitability of winter letting it in, we pass into this month of stoic routine preparing for the quiet nut not quiet yet. In keeping with this spirit I will keep working on the old male nude and the amoral twist to the fable.
And so trickling along until we hit another end of the day with nothing much done other than to listen to a lot of conversations about serious matters on the radio, and other devices. And now I am capable of having a well informed conversation but I have no one with whom I could have this conversation. Ho hum.
Boxes
And so coming to the end of this little period, with Halloween a day away, and again it...
October 23
An so with the darkness knocking at the door patiently waiting for the inevitability of...
Seven of Swords
