Whats in my Package?
Remember for a moment this
week, that some of us aren't as lucky as others. I was asked
earlier this week to give to a charity on a street. I prefer to start
charity at home rather than through some agency, who to be
honest I trust as far as I can throw them.
Take a moment to start charity
at home, don't give money to a homeless person. Give them
the gift of a hot cup of tea or coffee. Even a blanket if youve got an
old one. Its sometimes too easy to forget that charities don't take
care of everyone.
If there's someone elderly that
you know, make sure they've enough money to pay for their
heating. OR even better, go rub they're aging feet till
their cosy. Old people invariably have plenty of tins of cookies and
mince pies.
For a moment stop what you're
doing and listen to yourself. Its as important that you enjoy
christmas as it is to give enjoyment to others.
Buy misletoe... use it
I'm so tired, I need a
rest, its been a heavy year... but one I know was worth it.
I haven't time in the evenings to do all I want, to visit
everyone I should... to write all the cards I need to. To
finish shopping. The lists go on and on. I'm sure its
something repeated all over the world tonight.
The Cris Kindle gifts hastily
purchased from some dodgy foreign market. The turkey lying half
stuffed in a soup of its own giblets. People staring aimlessly into
ovens wondering will it pooff or flop...
Others I'm sure are coming back
from booz sessions with the office mates. Shinannagan and
gossip. Stories of photo copiers and the girls from marketing.
People wearing red and
cream.. jumpers... wooly hats and festive ties. Those damn christmas
songs all over the radio. Strange outdoor lighting
arrangements.
Being alone.... or being in love.... its one or the other really.
My thoughts change to the
evening that it is tonight. I'm relaxed... but shattered, I
drilled through a solid foot of concrete this evening.
I pause for a coffee, its 2:41am but I'm not in work tomorrow.
If you have the pleasure of owning a lflat screen its probbly best to tilt the screen to see the effect on this photo.
Tilt it right back, or lie on the floor.
It myself and Mr. Christian (aka Mr. Vanhandebergerberger)
Apart from the obvious "blue
steel" pose (see ref: Movie - Zoolander) it was a good
night. I needed a night out like the flowers need the rain.
The coffe has taken hold,
but its more of an uncomfortable awakedness than a motivation of words.
I've said it before and I'll say it again though. Coffee makes
you more productive especially coupled with frustration.
Mystery
Mr. Damo dropped over the other
evening, carrying what can only be called a head wrecking gift. He
arrived much like santa, undid his jacket fashioning an appealing
off the shoulder number. Then proceeded out to his car where he
stumbled momentarily to remove a large "wrapped" object from his car.
The reason I say object is cause I still haven't opened nor guessed correctly what might lurk inside this package.
Its heavy, Urn Shaped...
almost... it feels like extraction fan tubing on the sides.... it
has a square base and square top, although I think this is more
packaging.
Can you guess
.....Please Help....
I have forbidden myself to prod anymore
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