Taking time today to: get back in touch with this sadly neglected blog (but no, not yet ready to talk about cancer) clean up posts and categories add new categories (mainly Food, and Gardening) – which has become more important and interesting since cancer knocked at the door. That’s it for tonight! Little to show […]
OK, let’s say that this distended belly and lower abdomen means something – and let’s say the body is telling me there is things “pent up” in there. So what is it? Or what are they? Let’s say it is, as it keeps coming to mind, to do with mom. What could this pent up […]
14/04/15 Yay! A page I wrote WordPress Static Front Page vs Blog Posts, written a mere 6 days ago, has gone to 6th top position on Google’s search results page. With over 21.4 million results. After all the woo-hoo-ing, I noticed something else. It is not my NetWebbing page but my Google plus page!!! (https://plus.google.com/+Netwebbing/posts/H4JtCRvGSWv). Which makes […]
laconic droll how attractive that feels
I used to be much better. I didn’t know it. So it was not real. What else is not real because I don’t know till later.
The origin of man’s ills in all its various deadly forms through history and into our very own lives, is sadness in all its various destructive manifestations. Learning the hard and worthwhile lesson of being happy in this time of now and in the next moments of now can be our only way.
I had a talk with you long overdue rambling and alcohol fuelled yet true about him and them those monsters and of you and me. Did you get it? – my heart torn hidden anguish. Will I have to pay in the time to come? or will you Stand By Me?
I don't know you Not at all Yet your music has taken me into places I didn't know, Only suspected, Were there
There once was a dog. Sort of hobo like. Met this boy. This boy had a good life. Spent his days in the sun with his mates. Running. Chasing squirrels. Fishing. Sitting by the sea. Being boys. On the way home one day, they met. In the beginning they just acknowledged each other. One sheepishly. […]
You would likely know how much we love you but I would not have said that to you as many times as I would have liked; I think you would not be comfortable with such a show. But I don’t think you quite know how very proud I am of you and how our lives, […]