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Gran's Cottage: Home again home again jiggedy-jog....
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Sunday, June 26, 2011. Home again home again jiggedy-jog. Well, on Monday 20th, we arranged a tow-truck to take the Van to the RACQ garage to be fixed. Al hopped in and the bloody thing started! So, I had to cancel the tow-truck and he drove it to the garage, where they spent time going over it and couldn't find anything wrong. So, when he returned I said, "We're going home! God only knows what will happen next and the further we are from home, the further to get it towed.". Besides it's so cold all over...
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Gran's Cottage: April 2009
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Saturday, April 4, 2009. Once upon a time. This is my eldest grandson at his Mum's wedding. He very proudly took her down the aisle with his Grandad on the other side of his Mum. He has turned out to be a lovely boy - very talented. A credit to his Mum who has done it on her own most of the time. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Rue st. divine. Once upon a time. I enjoy meeting people, but am very happy with my own company. Would rather listen to the birds singing than the radio blaring.
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Gran's Cottage: a small pause.....welcome too. :-)
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Monday, June 13, 2011. A small pause.welcome too. :-). We made it to Marlborough from Calliope, limping part of the way. Van is not a happy van. Really miserable in Marlborough. It rained, was very cold, and the tent leaked! I wanted to go home. Was very worried that the van would pack it in so many miles away from home, it would be hard to get back. Caravan and had an annexe. The owner told us she was an old circus lady. Nice friendly folk here too. It was a run down park, but the new owners are gra...
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Gran's Cottage: that little voice is shouting louder.....
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Sunday, June 5, 2011. That little voice is shouting louder. Well, we had our dramas. I had an attack of the *flutters* (of the Atrial kind), and had to keep going instead of resting. The drugs didn't work either. Al worked up until 2:00 am and still needs to do things so we are taking an extra day. I need the rest and he needs to finish things. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Rue st. divine. Home again home again jiggedy-jog. A small pause.welcome too. :-). There and back again. We *think* were ready.
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This Orpheus Soul: February 2010
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A place to speak. Another day that whispers. Leave it all behind, start over, get away, throw away keys and kindness. But I would never. It's madness, plain and simple, and I recognize that voice anywhere. It's saved in the databases of my brain, recorded, preserved, archival and accessible. It's evidence and comparison, witness and perpetrator. Rue St. Divine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Rue St. Divine. View my complete profile. Less Than a Treason. Rue St. Divine: Store Blog.
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This Orpheus Soul: The Power of Orange Knickers | Tori Amos featuring Damien Rice
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A place to speak. The Power of Orange Knickers Tori Amos featuring Damien Rice. The power of orange knickers. The power of orange knickers. The power of orange knickers. The power of listening to what. You don't want me to know. Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist. Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces? Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this? This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss. Am I alone in this. A matter of complication. When you become a twist.
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This Orpheus Soul: My good girl is gone...
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A place to speak. My good girl is gone. We've buried her already, in the country, where we can visit her, and we know where she is, and she is safe and not suffering. She will always be our good girl, and we miss her so much, and we love her greatly. She is our feather in the wind. Though the tides have caused the flame to dim. All of My Love" - Led Zeppelin. Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light. To chase a feather in the wind. Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight. Rue St. Divine.
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This Orpheus Soul: the stars are bright tonight
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A place to speak. The stars are bright tonight. There's a strange new music in the street. If only all one's demons could be so easily treated and dealt with! But we learn, and we grow, and at least I'm 31 and learning all these things now, rather than later. That has been one of my consolations over the years: wisdom has meant that I have learned things sooner and faster than I ought, and that has helped me cope. Just to keep the flame from going out. Rue St. Divine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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This Orpheus Soul: December 2009
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A place to speak. Comes on, like gangbusters. It comes: the mania, the depression, the inevitable emptiness as the year dies. I'm never sad to see a year go; hope persists because change can happen, and change comes with time, with movement. The year must die for the next one, frost melting for the soil. The year must pass away to make room for the next. Hope needs room. I need hope. I need quiet. I need.so much. Rue St. Divine. Ever learn to keep your big mouth shut? Let me see the lines on your hand.
