Wound

down another stage of piecing life together... it is now packing of a different time and a outbound journey to spend time precious with those I did not see for a very, very long while ... 

Writing a book

 ... not about widow hood, nor OCD, not hoarding ... only life for one experiences. The food packaged up brightly and looking too perfect, for family households. The cinema. Eating out. The supplements. The minimum of two ... and for any bargains to get is virtually non existent in parts of life. The gap widening with the www. 

The further in the carpool of school and work or social functions in looking on the web for someone travelling further to hitch a lift. And for cash. 

And as for finding a pen pal ... I have yet to find the logic in that ... so far it is a hotbed of other people looking for more than a email or letter ... 

I expect I am in the wrong place. It is like the single holiday I would like to do, that conjures up a different picture to what I seek ... 

This in the fruitful time of finding myself propelled fast forward in life from lost time ... some things have not changed yet others are distinctly virtual ... 

Mayhem from Malcolm

to the next transition of life back in slots ... the overwhelm from the latest batch of rest in recuperating from more in many dilemmas ... The hope to put plans into place from this time in reestablishin and different in seeing in a few solutions and as per usual ... and ...

... Whether Will Work ...

An eve of walk in recuperate 

Deciphering much

out of the containers and bags stuffed still to overflowing ... the alternate plans in place of the interruption of yet another infection that plaques me ... at least other decisions are made. 

It's running the now along with the periodic, the future and the en mass from the past ... The odd in that moments when I am not feeling overwhelmed... it feels once again a life ...

... Those once dark thoughts of the simple touch of bad and it would be gone ... in the shadows that not one other ever asked ... In those early days ...

Only after ...  

Life outside

continuing to shake up ... the spectrum of evolving news ... the decision in leaving behind a life that moves too fast to a slower dreckly life of barn dances and table top and the local theatre groups of old   The groups of people who were actually way ahead of the Eco time we are now in ... 

It will be an entirely out of sync time. The fact I have not lived in that area for a while. The transition after the time here immense