Who couldn't love this...
Wednesday 30 July 2008
Thursday 17 July 2008
For Montana Poetry Day
To recognise Montana Poetry Day... a poem by New Zealander Joy Cowley (from Psalms for the road, pub 2002)
Grief
Friend,
I don’t know what you are going through.
I’ve had grief in my life, but this is your grief,
Your pain, and I am on the outside.
I realise that words of comfort are useless
to someone hanging on a cross.
All I can do is be here for you,
bring in the washing, answer the phone,
make a pot of tea for visitors,
hug you when hugs are needed,
and listen when you need to talk.
If you want silence, tell me.
If you want me to go, please say.
You know me well enough
to treat me as one of the family.
Friend, I can only stand here
at the foot of your cross,
but know in your desolation,
that you are not alone.
Grief
Friend,
I don’t know what you are going through.
I’ve had grief in my life, but this is your grief,
Your pain, and I am on the outside.
I realise that words of comfort are useless
to someone hanging on a cross.
All I can do is be here for you,
bring in the washing, answer the phone,
make a pot of tea for visitors,
hug you when hugs are needed,
and listen when you need to talk.
If you want silence, tell me.
If you want me to go, please say.
You know me well enough
to treat me as one of the family.
Friend, I can only stand here
at the foot of your cross,
but know in your desolation,
that you are not alone.
Wednesday 16 July 2008
Guard Kitty
So, there I was at home alone on Saturday night - had suffered through the All Blacks' loss, and was watching UChoose40, when a drunk and/or injured guy decided to camp out across my ranch slider - while yelling "call 111" and rattling the door to get in. Yes, I called the police - I'm not stupid - and thank god I keep the doors locked when I'm at home alone, any time of the day.
Police came quite quickly (female, at home alone with man on deck, what did you think), and they called an ambulance. When they arrived he'd moved off the deck to the driveway.
As soon as he'd left - I had Guard Kitty on duty. She'd spent the time he was on the deck, sitting on the coffee table staring at him. Now she was keeping an eye out... spent ages sniffing around the deck later, too.
I love Guard Kitty.
Friday 4 July 2008
Happy songs
Having - finally! - loaded songs on my MP3 I've been thinking about the songs that make me happy. The ones that I have to not sing along or dance to (in public), and make me smile. In no particular order, and subject to change at any moment:
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