Happy Birthday G!

Today is Dr G's birthday!

Yes indeed. A capital letter day!

His new heart is beating strong in his chest.

We have high hopes he will be home from the hospital in time for Christmas.

The life force is so precious and so fragile,so quickly taken,
so easily lost.

If a grateful heart is a song of praise, then ...
I offer my heart.

"beyond time"

oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!

knock on the door ... rat-a-tat-tat.
special delivery...

"beyond time"

absolutely friggin' perfect. a real book, a real poetry book,
hard cover with shiny printed pages!

the word smith is without words ...

taking a beating

scotland versus south africa

oy! the humiliation of it all. my beloved springboks
beaten, nay, let me be truthful ... thrashed by scotland.

boys, manne! these guys wear skirts!

perhaps i inadvertantly put the kaibosch on the boys. after all
i did allow one incredibly large and indupitably british hound
to slime my south africa scarf. not deliberately you understand,
due only to a moments inattention!

fortunately, in my somewhat varied genetic inheritance,
i am a good part scottish. i dare say, in time, i will come
to accept that if my beloved bokke must be beaten ...

well kilts, bagpipes and strapping scottish boys in blue
and white are the only way to go ...

international rivalry

scotland versus south africa

today at murrayfield ... nope, we are not dragging our arses
out into the cold with an excellent chance of rain. we are
staying in with the telly!

She has her scotland rugby shirt, i have my south africa scarf!
a roaring log fire, a drop or so of the o' be joyful.
let battle commence!

She has a taste for classical music, i have a taste for pop
music. tonight i will introduce Her to the joys of X factor.
yeah, i know ... poor lass!
perhaps She might one day teach the tone deaf wolf to love
more than modern music. mind you, one can hardly call sixties music
modern, perhaps by now it qualifies as classical?

in print, on paper...

i am in the process of publishing! oh yes indeed, i am, i am!

to be painfully truthful, i am self publishing. what the heck, a book in print is a book in print!

as it is in hardcover the process takes about twelve days and then i think the delivery time is another three
days.
so, the wolf is prowling and pacing, overwhelmed with impatience.

if and when i am satisfied with "the book" i will give my publishers the go ahead and they will start the
marketing process.

"beyond time" is a small collection of some of the poems i wrote for and about my ex during our years
together.
as might be expected it is filled with words proclaiming (mostly)my misery at being dumped, ignored,
neglected etc etc.
ah, there ain't nothin' on this mortal coil that can howl like this wolf when things are not going
my way!

if this publishing lark works out, i intend to publish a paperback with some of my favourite poems.

new life, new vistas!

ahhh ... by the way, sunday is my last smoking day, yes, again! fingers crossed people.

sunshine sunday

today was a good day. it failed to rain, there was some blue sky
and at times the sun actually shone. this is ayrshire in november,
what more could one ask for!

today me, myself and the animal doctor took her wonderful hounds
for a walk. have you ever met an otter hound? they are big,
really big and hairy and exuberant. they have longish, shaggy
coats which seem to attract every drop of available wetness.so, on
a sunny day one might start off with a dry, fluffy hound and half an
hour later be walking with a rather wet and bedraggled hound.
let them off the leash and they are off following their
noses! their stride simply eats up the ground, before you know
it they are away in the far distance, mostly they find their
way back to you...
sometimes, the younger one does not return of his own accord
and one might spend some considerable amount of time relocating
the not so wee bastard!

life is good.

onwards and upwards

six in the morning, quite a respectable hour at which to wake.
pitch black outside and so quiet i can hear the leaves fall.

except of course when a train rockets past sounding like a
screaming banshee!during the summer the trees and bushes which
follow the line do somewhat muffle the noise of a passing
train. now, on our way into winter, with their branches almost
bare ...
well, let's just say, noise wise i do notice a difference!
i saw the fox again yesterday, making her way along the line.
when it comes to fox spotting, the leafless trees do allow a
better view.

tonight the animal doctor is popping in for a drink and a bit
of a blether. what's more, this healer for the animal kingdom
did not bat an eye when i told her i had rejoined the nicotine
brigade! my kind of girl ;-)

onwards and upwards!

three o'clock

it's three o'clock in the morning
i find that i'm awake
it should be quite upsetting
but, what difference does it make

the wind is howling wildly
rain spatters against glass
i sit and tap computer keys
to help the dark hours pass

the thing with living on your own
is that it doesn't matter
if wandering at night is what you do
you're free to make a clatter

there's many things that i could do
if i should feel the need
and nobody would mind at all
if the light's on and i read

i make a cup of coffee
and i light myself a smoke
a freight train thunders through the night
perhaps that's why i woke


Copyright © 2004-2010 by Eryll Oellermann

Make You Feel My Love - wow!

"Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again."

- Og Mandino