Q: Why Do Buses Come In Threes?

With very little to take me out of the house, my days have been melding into each other, each one with its own small challenges to surmount – food, washing, keeping the electric meter fed with credit. And now suddenly everything else has come up at once. I have… Tonight until the weekend – time [...]

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You Can Lead A Horse To Water…

…but you cannot make it drink. So, I told my parents. Their response? Silence. I know they don’t know what to say, I know that they must hate not knowing what to say. But, c’mon, say something to acknowledge that I’m going through a shitty time? I’m giving up my dreams, my place on a [...]

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Good Riddance to 2008

Christmas is over (almost), family arguments have broken out at the other end of the house, and I’m trying to revise. Christmas was good in the end, though the turkey was undercooked, and I only had a couple of presents to unwrap. The biggie was a new graphics card for my computer, which will indeed [...]

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Merry Christmas

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing! It Came Upon The Midnight Clear (Apologies, I wanted to [...]

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Back “Home”

I’ve been back with my parents since Friday evening. It actually feels very strange to be back, almost dreamlike. I know this place, but yet I don’t. In my mind, it’s still the sleepy coastal town it used to be, stuck a generation or so behind the rest of the country. Yet it has moved [...]

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“Home”sickness

My body is here, but my mind is not. It keeps slipping back to a middling-large house in the countryside, filled to the gills with family, friends, and a cat. I keep wondering… what are they doing now? How are they? Who do they have over at the moment? I know that all I have [...]

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Still Trying to Make Sense of an “Interesting” Week

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” How can we sing the songs of the LORD while [...]

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