Just watched a programme on the wonderful Margaret Atwood and am feeling all warm inside..
I can’t really sum it up in words…the author herself…and the relationship with her husband….or maybe the long term friend….perhaps both
All I will say is….after the programme stood at the backdoor looking up at the night sky….patches of cloud obscuring the moon BUT… a shooting star whizzed past…at least I think it was…or a meteor or a satellite….not sure
But a nice end to a day of frustration by way of crumbling plaster….falling down curtain poles at the same time as a serene woman parading up and down past my window that I wanted to throw my drill at….and a visit to my eldest whose situation at present is breaking my heart … gorgeous tho he looked…having grown his hair into a wild mess and sporting a burgundy velour tracksuit labelled ‘Be Velvet’
Yep…. ‘Be Velvet’
Maybe the holes are the problem….
What if the holes were Hexagons
A new belief system apparantly
I guess its similar to just ‘be’ ing but with a bit more ooomph
Cuts through all the crap of organised religion…
Where’s the Om though?…..hmmmm I guess thats just a bonus if you are getting any at the moment
The most important job in the Universe!!!
Sam’s struggling to get his head around it…..he’ll get over it tho am sure
As for me….am just stuck at home bloody knitting YAWN…..shame you’ve already got a sidekick….if he gets lost in space or something Jo….you know…..would be more than happy to stand in till he gets back..Hmmmm and I could don a rather natty knitted cape to boot
Well actually its a scarf
No its a blanket
Well actually am not sure what it is yet but still