ONE OF the Zarsoff Fans found this piece of brass and carved the writing in and put holes in so that we can screw it onto one of the iron bark benches in the Forest at Izzy’s Spot. Steve has couriered it off and it might be here on Izzy’s birthday – Monday. Thank you, Steve Batty.
My Girl and I carved our names in cement. We all leave our mark – one way and another.
I went visiting today to Bellingen. The day went strangely flat in the difficulties of human relations and tonight I am doubled up with sadnesses.
The redeeming feature for me is the Little One and me finding a wee bridge and creek just over the way through the Soccer Ovals.
All the seeming happy paths we took. They didn’t work although I will not write of the reasons why – not here in public. In addition my Southern Children are not coming and nor have they given me time to go down there. And I am deeply sad.
But the Little Girl and I – well – we found a hidden and secret place of our own. And we carved our names in the ugly concrete path.
And I shall stop trying again. I shall simply stop trying.
This week had such happy years for us in the past. Izzy and Jaybees’ birthdays and then Clarzie all in one week. Now Iz is gone and Jaybee cant be here.