Where were we ?/ are we? / are we going to be?

No urge to splurge for 814 days… good to see old friends are still around.
Very prolific ABE! I guess you are my inspiration … you keep on writing.

Much prefer the old editor, which starts with:
F U K D which usually sums me up my quite well.

I suppose I need to get up and steer the ship & drive it towards the destination I want to reach … but where is that?
Must do better than that – let me sleep on it.

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Bloggers’ Block

Death & Damnation!! I eked out a miserywinge, squealing about the greyness of days and lifting ones eyes to the horison and that boring glare that hurt the eyes …and lost the blog somehow.
I have had to cancel cricket because of the unrelenting rain – I can see consolation in the form of an Ultimate Double Whopper from Burger King .. and perhaps a vanilla shake (things are looking up).
However, in that blog, I confessed to a sneaking, naive … no – really stupid sort of faith that what a young Irish priest said to a young impressionable altar boy (now, now, don’t get ahead of yourselves)might come true – M……, God has great things in store for you!. I have sort of in my hazy daydream type thoughts, nurtured this belief: National Hero (saving the Queen from a rampant bulldozer), Martyr (dressing lepers’ sores on Molokai); multiple Lotto winner (notable charity patron & bon vivant)Gifted Athlete (better than Jean-Pierre Rives & Lawrence D’Allaglio)……. well not yet & opportune moments have slipped away. I am now grey, plump & timid. Not your fault, God – you have been pretty generous. That well meaning nice young priest, fresh from the seminary didn’t really have a direct connect to You – I assumed it. And great things have been given – just not the material & venial indulgences of my dreams.
So strike that light & get on with real life, boyo. I’ll have to start providing for my own retirement & not relying on provision from Above.
That’s probably what this grey, dirgy lump in the throat and faint urge to headbang is all about. Apprehension of the limits of mortality.
Grow up, son: Life is hard & then we die!
Mind you, life has not been hard, DG! & DV will continue in that way.