Saturday 19 August 2000
driving into the moon
I just cant believe it. Each entry has been punctuated by a spate of illness.
Now I have the Flu.
Leading up to this weekend I had been in high spirits. Nothing could bother me.
The change of season, I believed , was the cause of all the sneezing on Thursday. By Friday lunch time I was shivering with a chill and could hardly move as a result of the aches and pains that were raking my body. I drove home in the afternoon and hit the slab. Curled up in the foetal position, shivering and clogged in the head. The Vulcan heater in close proximity to my bed, it's warmth offering the only comfort available to me under the pitiful conditions I was forced to endure.
While I am having a whinge about a bit of a sniffle, 118 men gasp for breath in a freezing Russian Submarine lying prone in the shallow depths of the Barents Sea. The English plough through the Arctic waters, in what the Russian Military (in all their enthusiasm) say it is a futile rescue attempt. Broken, ruptured and trying to hold on. A sorry picture of today's Mother Russia.
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A big cloudy "Sleepy Hollow" type moon last Wednesday night. Did you see it ? I was driving firstly down Dandenong Road when a massive pale orb loomed into view. Continuing down Wattletree Road the monster reading lamp, slightly obscured by black, drifting, misty horsemen flying in it's path. At one stage it sat right in front of me. I was driving into the moon.
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Butter fingers strikes again !
Miss Maude, known for her fine sense of decorum, was alas undone. For the second time in so many months I smashed another glass vase. Trying to prove I wasn't a Klutz, I was washing the heavy Krosno vessel, after the recent good-hearted gesture that it was being used for, finally wilted. It only needed to slip 2 inches into the sink, shattering the corner, totally shagging it.
Maude ran wild through the house, hands making wild and threatening stabbing motions. I looked sheepish and went to my corner, another expensive outlay to eventually replace modern millennium bric a-brac.
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Trying to shake off a flu takes rest, something I am always short of. Lets hope I get some in before the big move to Brighton next fortnight, but for the time being,
Windows is shutting Down
