Briefest of Briefs.
I went to Toormina with the Girls and we had fun and a hot dog and a doughnut. I bought 2 shirts and a bag – I do not purchase things easily. I am therefore delighted with myself. Kaybee has my washing with her. These days are busy days and I am able to do them although I do weary. I did not bleed today.
I did have plans for this afternoon and this evening. They did not come about for reasons which I shall not write here. Suffice to say that I recover a little and am less willing to pretzel for other people or to try to read their minds.
I therefore missed a music gig and postponed the studio. Bravo, M’Lady. Bravo.
I am a woman in long term recovery and totally unwilling to be playing silly buggars with anyone or anything.
And I tell you – I have had 2 vulnerable years and met an awful lot of Loonies – mostly in official positions. No more Nutters, if you please.
50 people were shot dead in Orlando Florida by a nutter and there were not enough ambulances.
A policewoman shot 3 old ladies shopping in Hornsby when a mentally ill man came at her. She panicked and fired wildly.
A Nutter took hostages in a Sydney cafe and once more the police blew it.
I do not think highly of any of the “Institutions”. And yet I was compelled to allow them to charge me $5000 for a funeral and then render me unconscious for weeks.
I live in a crumbling civilisation. How very odd.
Still fiddling as Rome burns.
And now my few minutes of Izzy Re-membering. HIs songs. HIs face. His beautiful hands.
That is all I can do.