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journal-like not to include the obligatory comment of the horrific events that
have taken place in the United States over the last week or so. I learnt
of the horrific event at 7am last Wednesday. Miss Maude relayed to me all that
had happened, but not really understanding until I saw the mayhem on the
television screen. After all the wars that America has fought in Europe
and the Middle East in the last 10 or so years, they have now absorbed a
hammer of vengeance
with full force on their own soil. The loss of life to the poor souls in
the towers, planes and Pentagon all oblivious to the instant finality of
a life.
At work and on the street and on one of my many walks, I'm hearing the same words all the time: war, fanatics, extremists, World War III. I get incensed by all the speculation of what is about to happen, it's like when Azaria Chamberlain went missing and everyone had an opinion. I'm trying to avoid it all but it's almost impossible. I don't know what's going to happen , I have a few ideas of my own, but then again, I would be speculating. Right ? I was saying to a friend, how I wish I was living retired in a little cottage in some nameless hamlet in the Victorian country, not having a bloody clue what was going down, nor caring if I did. One thing I do know it's going to get very bad indeed and can only get worse. _______________________________________________________ Considering what has been going on, I have decided on getting my act together. (No small task, I can tell you). Getting rid of all excess physical baggage-the gut, the flab and the very bad eating habits. I used to be as skinny as a stick 4 years ago, though after my front end was done (the double hip replacement) I had a silent satisfied friend starting to make an appearance on my mid-riff. I was also noticing blokes my age (41) going to the pack and looking generally appalling. If I keep going at the rate I have, by the time the big Five O hits it will be high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high cholesterol, high noon. No bastard way, not if I can help it. It's hard, in fact bloody hard. No more "quick little snacks" at morning tea and afternoon tea. It's light milk and no butter, more fruit and exercise in the form of step-ups with aerobic weights, plus a faster than normal walk at lunch-time. It may even take a year to get it all off. Presently I have just moved into the acceptance stage, which is a start. It's now the long haul and that's what counts. _______________________________________________________ I have been working on a Flash Intro page to this site, that also goes the same for the main index page. It has been part of my multimedia IT course which I find fiddly, especially if you have a clear vision of what you want and trying to realize it technically. This entry has been a long time coming. I do not want to give up writing entries, but I want to make the ones I do write have at least some substance. _______________________________________________________ Work has been (and always will be) a constant oppressive band around my head. The last month even more so. The making of pegs would have been more productive. Though back to my old position tomorrow, comfy and serene. Then October 15 will see me in a more specialized field. I am hoping with all my heart this will be the start of better days at the Pumpkin, and with days like these, that's asking a lot. M.F
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