the missing blog

i have removed yesterday's blog.

it was a knee jerk reaction executed in anger.

i should be ashamed of myself, i am ashamed of myself.

thank you to margo, for reminding me that a hurt human being will often strike out in self defence.

softly, softly

the chasm

love is a chasm through which the force runs
rushing, tumbling, powerful, unstoppable
like a river in flood,tempestuous in it's desire
to reach the wantonly craved destination
any obstacles exist only to be overcome
pushed aside, swept around, rushed over
and all else failing, to be worn away through time
lost in the oblivion of one hundred tomorrows

love has the power to delight and to destroy
an energy which rages and caresses, crackles and dies
there is nothing sensible about love
it is as dangerous as it is divine
love today may promise you forever
wake up tomorrow and the dream is dead
love left in the night, as silent as hill mist
leaving a love worn space, aching to be filled


All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

this time around, herself was with me for three whole weeks! she has never before spent that long with me on my own home turf. about eight months after we first met we did spend a month together in south africa ... that was way back when! we were both still wearing our rose coloured spectacles at that time. mind, even with the shades herself was already finding me arrogant and unbending.
and i... well i spent some (a wee bit) of my time wanting to strangle this impossible american i had hooked up with. ah, the tales we could tell!

since then, we have of course seen one another fairly regularly. i have spent months at a time in the states ... behaving (i firmly believe) most admirably. herself has traveled to buckingham and to scotland many times but as a working woman her vacation time was limited. never before... three whole weeks.

now, my lady is a writer but no matter how i tried she showed no interest in the wonderful world of blog.the idea of 'her own blog' seemed to hold no appeal. strange, damn strange, never the less true!

however...
it appears, three weeks spent in my magical, charming company has done the trick.
herself now has a blog 'a stone in my shoe'.
i am delighted! i am trying to ignore the undeniable fact that ...
this blog is a way for herself to blow off steam.a place to slag me off, reveal my imperfections ...
hell's teeth ... who knew i had any????
one might call it ... the revenge of the small witch. seems to me that she is determined to inform the world of blog of my human frailties!

as we would say back home in the good old republic of sa ... "check the worry in my eyes".

go babe!

so how come ...

aaahhh fudge! 'tis a long way to glasgow airport when delivering ones darling to an outward bound flight.

i just checked the status of herself's flight and she has landed, thirty one minutes early.

the flight left at 9.00 (my time) and i was home in good time for a pop in sunday visit from adam and michelle. then over to shona for a cup of coffee and a catch up. so things are pretty much back to normal here.

the house is quiet without her.
i don't have to watch american news anymore. i can bbc myself to death if i so wish!
next time south africa plays england in a one day cricket match...
well, i guess there will be no one to roll their eyes and call themselves a cricket widow ...
when i wake up, i can be as noisy as i wish and shower whenever...
no one will accuse me of exhibiting a lack of consideration.
i can smoke in my rav and play my music as loud as i like.


life will resume ... simplicity will reign.

so how come...
i feel this ache within?
i miss herself ...
i miss the witchling ....

monday, monday

well ... monday herself arrives ... crack of dawn-ish. her flight is due in at 7.30 am, which means, in order to arrive in glasgow in good time...
me, myself ... i must leave the village by 5.00 am!
not really a problem, to reach herself...
i would be more than willing " to walk five hundred miles "!

an (almost) perfect day

yesterday was a perfect day. a real rarity in my part of the world and therefore greatly appreciated.
too perfect a day to spend indoors!
so... when not doing that work which i must do within...
i spent a goodly part of the day verandah sitting.

verandah sitting is a sport particularly suited to my peculiar talents ...

sitting
smoking
thinking
drinking
observing
chatting

my dedication to the pursuit of idleness is somewhat legendary.... well damn, i ain't one for false humility! if you've got it flaunt it!
the amazing sense of achievement which comes with attaining an outstanding state of idleness... hard to describe, but, well worth striving for.

so there i was, sipping on my umpteenth cup of coffee.




by the by, herself (hi sweetheart) ...whom i strongly suspect might be a paid up member of the "the devil finds work for idle hands" brigade!
where was i , ah yes... herself informs me that the latest research indicates that women who smoke gain some protection from imbibing ... you guessed it ... coffee. damn... i absolutely knew it! next thing is research will show - smoking is good for you. the mind boggles, instead of all those horrible health warnings, we will once more have those clever, sophisticated advertising campaigns which escorted so many of us into the maw of addiction. only imagine...

"live long and prosper"!

smoke camel !

darn ... these diversionary thoughts are a major distraction!
so ... drinking coffee, smoking, enjoying the perfect day. a lot of folks pass by my verandah, in friendly village fashion, we greet, we chat, we comment on the weather.

me... "what a perfect day"

sundry scots... "och aye, but is it not terrbly warm... still... mustn't complain."

my deduction ... i have a way to go before i am a true scot. perfect, for me, is too warm for my fellow villagers. therefore ... perfect for the villagers might well be ... rather chilly for me!

my lesson for the day...

'some like it cooler'

the truth is out there but, will i recognize it when i find it?