Word to yo mama, world.
Six days after my own personal Christmas. All running smoothly except I’m getting the silent treatment from a dear friend, or apparently an ex-dear friend (just guessing here you know). Excellent practice for my suffering. It’s a wonder that something so apparently harmless as silence can be so astonishingly painful. One cannot help but wonder what one did. A mystery sandwich, as L. Ron would say. Just another one to munch and mumble for all eternity, yay.
So how’s things for you today, world? Better than me I hope. Not that I’m doing all that poorly, just trying to put into action my own self’s precept: let go. You know, I think I gave myself the best advice I ever had. Pretty amazing, considering how stupid I usually am. Maybe my true self has a little more in the brain dept. than me does.
This is a short paragraph.
See? I am trying to style my writing for the internet. No need for me to do that for you at all, world, since you have all the time in the world, naturally, and your attention span lasts over geologic eras, at least. Thanks for paying attention so well, dear one. Somebody around here’s got to do it. We humans have many varied pursuits and have been known to lose attention on and off.
We forget that you are love. A big fat & happy blue ball of love. A present from God. And not just to us, to the universe. We are merely icing on the cake (I hope).
New para. Time for me to totter off into my misery. I use that term advisedly, since misery (as presently accounted for by me) is what happiness used to be. So don’t cry for me, O Giant Orotund One.
Your dedicated new correspondent,
LWIII
oye, woof. good to see yer words here… been some time, eh? i read through stonebringer (what there was to read so far). looks good. ill keep checkin in for shore.
i meself have written nothing since last i writ atcha. not blocked- just busy.
say hi to tom fer me an drop a note anytime.
Ah, the silent treatment… my old dad was really good at that, Tom. He had perfected it over many years of my childhood. Withdrawal of love is a serious weapon, lethal, but not immediately…
But, this being the Internet, we can never be sure what silence means. Sometimes silence is not the withdrawal of a person’s love but simply means they’re busy, they’re in love, they’re ill, they’re having a serious crisis… a world of possibilities out there (speaking or worlds here)… maybe better check?
And, since you asked, and of course I’m not the world, only a tiny part of what lives on it, but anyway, I had a great day, thanks a lot!
A day of unexpected grown-up pleasures. Not what you think! No, our daughter went to play with her friend and we, all of the sudden, had the day to ourselves. No having to go places where our beloved child could go swimming and splashing and what children her age love doing on hot pre-summer days like those we have right now.
We were free to go where ever we liked, no child needing to be included. Went to a lovely café and tea house, on our bikes, a really lovely ride through nice and quiet parts of the town, and met with friends there I had called spontaneously before we hopped on our bikes… ach, what a delight!
Now at home, hanging out until beloved child comes home, reading the Sunday paper and my wolf friend’s blog…
Hope your day turned out better then you were expecting when you wrote this, dear one!
Sending lots of love,
Gabriele
Hey Davie, great to see you! Tom is presently doing my dishes, but I’ll let him know you checked in. Thanks for coming by. Looks like there’s no way to respond individually to comments, live and learn, so this will arrive on the page below Gabriele’s post, I think. Hope you find it!
Love & Peace,
LWIII
Hi Gabriele,
I think the silence may be in my head. You may be right. I shall let go for present.
So glad you had the delightful day together with the grownups. I know how much you adore your daughter, but variety of experience is much to be desired.
It was fun accompanying you on your ride into town! That is some darn good espresso, or wine, or beer.
Love,
Tom