Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I wonder - did that jar of Shillings sometimes just seem a little lighter than expected? You thought those paws could not in fact reach into it along with wallet and purse and umm, appropriate some small tax for tolerating the existence of humans in his domain? "Pffft"
Mine wouldn't last a day out in the wild. She loves her heating pad and eating plastic, is afraid of her own shadow, and must be on my lap at all times.
Had the news yesterday of the passing of my younger sister back in England. That leaves me as the last surviving child of my parents. Which was not something I expected. The eldest of us died several years ago and, as the middle sibling, it was reasonable for me to presume that I’d be next. Certainly, I never deserved to live longest, presuming that it’s a good thing to be alive.
Anyway, it leaves me feeling very alone today. And also aware of how selfish I am to dwell on my personal feelings on the matter, rather than mourning the passing of a sister.
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