enough from the cold Mr H so generously shared with me to feel almost human again. Not human enough to be amusing, but human. Human enough to bitch about the server going down again at work [yes, I made my standard joke about how I would have much bigger diamonds if I went down as much as the server] and the response of the help desk when I rang to advise them that there was an "issue" with the server - "we'll send out an email". Excuse me mr f*ckwit network manager, but if I can't log on to my email, the email that you've sent to tell me we're having problems with the network [NO! Really?] is going to accomplish what? Don't get me started.
As Mr H & I sat on the front veranda, drinking our morning coffee I told him I heard a shriek of cockatoos as I was driving home from work yesterday. After he questioned the validity of using "shriek" as a collective noun for cockatoos he shared a few others with me: a spark of electricians a lode of miners a seam of welders a litigation of lawyers and my personal favourite; a ledger of accountants
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.
the plethora of posts you ask (even if you didn't ask I am going to tell you anyway because that's the kind of bossy bitch I am) a) because I would rather fart around on the interweb between doing loads of laundry than do something constructive like sweep the floors.
(warning: semi-geek talk next)
b) I downloaded a neat new browser called Flock, which has restored all the cool features to Typepad that I couldn't use in Safari & Mr H tends to hog the pc on the weekends.
(end of geek talk)
c) I am feeble-minded and just remembered I can pick a date to publish in the future, so I can store up all my blogs, post intermittently and bore you to tears slowly over time instead of all in one go.