I am still

unable to judge your present feelings, as to past events. I am a widow. I just feel so goddanged inspired. That's why I'm letting it all hang out - so to speak - for the very first time. I love. I sing. I dance, often while wearing clothes inside out. Have you ever ironed your clothes inside out? It hurts! Now that that's been said and done, we can all breathe easily. Pomegranate, Mr Neville? Do you love? Can you smell my whole life? I have been tricked, hoodwinked and I cannot believe it! A cautionary tale indeed.
~~~
There once was a man named Begbagda
he always poke his mind
and wished that he'd be wined
that's why they called him DeChauncey Begbagda
~~~
day in day out
i smile not pout
cause you're inside my brain
a vision splendy
you are trendy
quite unlike john wayne
what a hottie
yummy body
the most lovely face
how is it
that this here twit
is even in the race?
tell me that you like me
and i'll sigh a deeply smile
tell me that you love me
and i'll name our first son Gile-
s

Finding joy in a moments

It's amazing how relaxed a man can be after a single glass of wine. These days I not only don't drink much, I don't desire to drink much. It's not a frustrated feeling, just an acknowledgment of the reality of having a supercute three and a bit month old baby. But tonight, it's the end of the week, a big week, and the wife and I are having a glass of wine.

From time to time I wonder about the good life, or the good moment. I'm enjoying this one now, even though I didn't plan or predict it, or maybe because of that. Once again, I get the feeling that the minute you start searching - and hoping to find - you're lost (searching for the pleasure of it is a different thing).

Here's to calling the search off.

By the way, I keep getting the urge to let fly with some massive cursewords at inappropriate times. As above, not out of frustration, just my own silly sense of humour.

public transport observations

1. there's an inexhaustible supply of ineligible L-bus hailers
2. there's an inexhaustible supply of heartless bus drivers
3. you can count on seeing someone run for the bus/train before too long
4. you can never quite tell which emotions will be invoked by seeing someone run and miss. sometimes schadenfreude, sometimes bellylaughter, sometimes deep sadness, sometimes frustration.
5. you can count on someone unnecessarily running at strathfield train station. i find this both amusing and incredible frustrating. no, there's no train there, so you don't need to push past everyone and sprint faster than you've ever done in your life and if you just poked your head up you wouldn't need to sprint all the way to the platform before realising all of this. i do understand the anxiety induced by having your view of the platforms obstructed by going underground from one platform to the next.
   
6. the space dimensions of a train will always make it a different ride compared to a bus. you got levels, you got places to hide and hide trash, you got multiple carriages separated by flirt with death. trains are much more likely to be dreamt of than buses for these reasons and others.
   
7. sometimes i understand why people sit at the edge of a vacant seat, but mostly i loathe folk like that
8. very rarely i understand why people don't move down the back of the bus, but pretty much all the time i shake my head at people like that.
9. many people are so anxious about missing their stop.
10. people never talk to each other on public transport