12 July 2006
168
R. Linda:
It is always raining here. A flood watch is still up from yesterday and will continue into tomorrow. The dam has cracks in it. The fir tree outside me bedroom window is leaning towards the house. Soggy going.
I have a mail started for you, but have been trying to find new ways around Boston, so preoccupied am I with maps at the moment, out-of-date maps. I'll get back to the mail soon. When it stops raining, maybe.
The tunnel pieces are falling killing people. 60 more problems on one stretch of tunnel and they haven't even started the other side, or the rest of the tunnels to find out if they are also in need of repair. Oh me water-slogged brain!
I be feeling mighty gloomy, but then that's the weather, much like the grey gloom of Belfast I should think. But then that's the weather here and as a professional hermit I don't do well in a lot of gloom, just some gloom, but this much gloom is rather intensely ridiculous.
Crocheting? You are crocheting? Isn't that a little old lady hobby? Me grannie used to do that and sell what she made to a local store for tourists. When I be a wee laddie of 5 or 6, I remember going with her to dispatch the finished doilies.
I could use some lifestyle change about now, and no I be not taking up crocheting. Something exciting, not the tree falling on the house, or anyone succumbing to mould and fungus from the ran, something more joyful to happen to make me crack a smile and break me face.
SIGH. I hate this rain.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
It is always raining here. A flood watch is still up from yesterday and will continue into tomorrow. The dam has cracks in it. The fir tree outside me bedroom window is leaning towards the house. Soggy going.
I have a mail started for you, but have been trying to find new ways around Boston, so preoccupied am I with maps at the moment, out-of-date maps. I'll get back to the mail soon. When it stops raining, maybe.
The tunnel pieces are falling killing people. 60 more problems on one stretch of tunnel and they haven't even started the other side, or the rest of the tunnels to find out if they are also in need of repair. Oh me water-slogged brain!
I be feeling mighty gloomy, but then that's the weather, much like the grey gloom of Belfast I should think. But then that's the weather here and as a professional hermit I don't do well in a lot of gloom, just some gloom, but this much gloom is rather intensely ridiculous.
Crocheting? You are crocheting? Isn't that a little old lady hobby? Me grannie used to do that and sell what she made to a local store for tourists. When I be a wee laddie of 5 or 6, I remember going with her to dispatch the finished doilies.
I could use some lifestyle change about now, and no I be not taking up crocheting. Something exciting, not the tree falling on the house, or anyone succumbing to mould and fungus from the ran, something more joyful to happen to make me crack a smile and break me face.
SIGH. I hate this rain.
Gabe
Copyright © 2006 All rights reserved
