a speck of joy

on the way back from the supermarket early this afternoon......

while in there, earplugs: vital to keep out the squeals.....

then afterwards, outside, taking them out, and walking, slowly, walking, plus wicker wheelie shopper behind me, plus stick.....feeling the wind blow through me, looking up and seeing the leaves and hearing the shusshing as the wind moved through them......

remembered how much I have always loved that sound, and offered up my speck of joy - for that's the thought image which came to mind at that moment - to the universe, to pass on as s/he/it sees fit.......

should have said.........

.just so good to be meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......................

the first!

I suppose...real post from Alex(try as I might, I can't get that not to sound as though I'm talking in the third person...........WHICH I HATE .....and I'm not,and don't mean it that way)

anyway.......got flu, getting over flu, and just got a flu jag. Now ther's a combination(added to the fibro and M.E. etc)

I love being Alex, though.......it's braw, so it is, as Paw Broon might say...or Maw Broon.......

BIG DECISION.........................

PUTTING IT INTO PRINT MAKES IT MORE REAL..........


TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, AND FOR VARIOUS REASONS:
I AM NO LONGER CLAIRE: MY NAME IS NOW ALEX

Lucy and me

"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan"

ABBREVIATED & PERSONALISED: FOR ORIGINAL, SEE:

Colonel Carter's Cello

"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
in a white suburban town"

(been there, done that......many times...)

"And she lay there neath the covers
dreaming of a thousand lovers
til the world turned to orange
and the room went spinning round"

(and again...)

"At the age of 37
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car...."

(I did........in a Cortina; aged 21)

"with the warm wind in her hair..."

(well, down to Ayrshire, in a sportscar, many times.......)

"So she let the phone keep ringing......"

(I always do, now; that's reality.......)

"as she sat there softly singing......."

(I often do, now)

'in her Daddy's easy chair...."

(mine never had one)

"Her husband he's off to work......."

(yes, used to be like that)

"and the kids are off to school....."

(never had any)

"and there were oh so many ways
for her to spend her days....."

(lost count...............)

"She could clean the house for hours....."

(yeah, right)

"or rearrange the flowers...."

(hate cut flowers)

"or run naked through the shady street
screaming all the way....."

(NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.......)

"The evening sun touched gently on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the rooftop where she climbed
when all the laughter grew too loud....."

(it does, it does, too frequently.......)

may the rest never happen........

words fail me........

Lord Martin of Springburn..........

holy smoke, to put it politely.......

the 'only' cat

Socks/Socrates/Stardust/Mrs Wonderful/Nibbler..........she's the one now ruling the house with the iron paw. She sits waiting for her breakfast with an imperious air; she seems to be happy to have her Mammy and Daddy waiting on her every need.......

long may she reign......

just trying to look to the future; she may well become an 'Auntie' but for now she is a wee spoiled old lady puss, and loving it.......

too much too much too much too much too much

"Hurt"

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way