Small Gods

Thursday, May 17, 2007
Current mood: happy

Cheries ,

Little birds are twittering very loudly around Duck Towers this morning.
't Is bloody early again, I must say - nearly 5 am. By now, I have folded up my laundry, made myself a nice cup of strong tea, climbed back into bed with my lapdog and connected to the wiggly web.

My iPod is working again! Threatening to lob it in the bin might not be the engineering way of dealing with it but seems to have done the trick. Only the small god of electronics knows what happened there. I had put it in its dock, connected it to the mains, to the computer, shaken it; violently... nada, zilch!
Not even an meagre little icon sticking it's middle finger up to me.
In the evening I tried again and pronto... it started charging! I'm not complaining!

Now, my readers, I don't know whether you noticed but my rants are getting fewer and further apart? It does help that I don't see very much of ExBoy of course. But also, as I mentioned very briefly previously, I have met someone.
It scares the living bleedin' daylights out of me!
For the last 3 weeks I've been walking around with a smile on my face and a glint in my eyes (apparently, according to friends here). I know, I know, you are dying of curiosity: who is this man of mystery? Well, for obvious reasons, I will not go into too much detail. Don't want to jinx it, sweeties. But... he makes me feel all girly and giggly; he treats me like I'm an attractive and interesting woman and my knees turn to jelly when I hear his voice on the phone. Yup, that sort of chap!
Hang on, I need another cup of tea.
OK, back. Where was I?
Ah, yes, he's of similar vintage (3 years older), likes the same music (and plays guitar!), likes his food and wine (" red, white and all shades in between"), likes PDoA (Public Display of Affection) and other acronyms we seem to have in common... He LOVES my heels (don't worry, they're too small for him to borrow; yup, even I thought of that one... ) and the attraction was mutual and instant!
Isn't that wondrous?
I have fallen like a brick wall in a scale 9 earthquake and I love it!
I would like to kiss the whole world!
Apart from George Bush! ...And ExBoy! ...And Marilyn Manson!

I seem to have heaps of energy again; want to go into the workshop and make things,... like I've been kick started again! And that must be wonderful, no?
Some weeks ago when I was out dancing in Mr. Wolf's, I found myself reading the graffiti (like you do at some - euh - stage). One stuck with me: "Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like you've never been hurt before."
I think it was the small god of loo graffiti speaking to moi!

Et moi? J'ai envie d'aimer! (Oh stop puking, you're just jealous!)
xxxx

Currently listening: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen