growing my leaves

It’s been a difficult week again. A few things that will I know only seem significant to me. At the beginning of the week I had lots of writing ideas. Now I don’t. But I cane say the Willows leaves are growing again.

By Friday I had “crashed”out and was shattered so after coffee with a friend who had a dream about me, I went home determined to finish some work so long overdue. Only to discover that my other server was down and will be back today. I wasn’t feeling well enough to go out. So I googled. Within minutes I found myself watching of all things youtube videos of the American TV shows, the Bachelor and the Bachelorette. Back to back. Sad? Yes possibly. Distraction? Yes. More importantly although I am well aware it is contrived, it made me smile and hope. I almost believe now that manners are not dead, at least not yet.

I started with the London Calling season. Despite the english angle, I couldn’t attach to the women or the catyness. After having difficulty finding other seasons to watch on YouTube I found season 14 Jake Pavelka “on the Wings of Love”, and it predecessor with Gillian. A nice guy with faith and manners and some good women. Google brings up some gossip and the sad news that they are over. But as I said in the note I left on his website; it was nice to see someone who believes in manners of my generation without prudishness.

It wasn’t that I needed to renew my faith in only men per se, but humanity. It did.

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The weekend that was

Written after last Valentine’s Day

I’m a girl. Bottom line. For all my protestations about being modern and not “into the Hallmark Days”, yesterday was Valentine’s day.

But this year felt different. PB is a creative and enjoys surprising me and so on the day of St Valentine’s I awoke to recieve this

Well two of them actually a Parker pen and pacer, both engraved.

We then joined writer friends of ours at the local pub. Nice experiment as they have been closed for some time. It was where nearly 3 years ago PB and I “officially” started dating. The pub itself has changed and needs to re-energise.

After lunch and a quiet afternoon the evening evolved into my watching a “chick flick” on my own — The Wedding Planner and then the Australian Biggest Loser a program to which we are both “mildly” addicted.

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