Day 451: Supermoon

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Welcomed into my new place with flowers whose name I don't even know and a sweet card. The flowers are some of my favourites. Lots of deep pinks and reds; a smattering of small, similar faces, but not identical; dark green stems and leaves for rich contrast. The card is now adorning the chest of drawers, as its centrepiece.

Cheesy but true

I got out of the house to go and have a Saturday morning sing. Upon arriving, I was told that it wasn't happening because of a private event. The website hadn't said, so I hadn't known. I am glad I didn't know. I'm glad I was up and out when I was. It was worth it. I bumbled down to Red Roaster, where a story turned up. Will I write the fucker? Who knows, but it came all made. The only thing that would stop it would be me trying to Get It Right. That'd get in the way.

Googled 'love and respect' -
this was my favourite hit

A small email exchange made me remember quite how much I respect the person involved, and why. Isn't it funny what your mind can do when you let it run away! And isn't it lovely when you check it out and things get clearer? And we're back to fear. Most of the time, when I was scared of something, especially where that person was involved, diving in was the thing that solved it - whatever the outcome. Even when I dived in only to hear the thing I had feared most that I would hear, it was STILL better. And this time too. Better, better, better.

Goes on numerous dogs today - a 13-year-old mongrel with a peaceful energy and wise eyes, its less dignified friend (Spaniels are never dignified, but they are a delight), a goateed Hungarian Viszla and a wriggling, licky Chihuahua belonging to a camp, drunk Welshman in an off licence. And the day's not over yet. 

Buy now. 

There's going to be a supermoon tonight. That means a big one (close to the Earth, looks bigger) and in addition, it's actually full during the morning tomorrow, so it'll look very full tonight and tomorrow night. Get yourself some supermoon action.



This evening, J, Mike, maybe some small boys and the final of The Voice. Get IN! It may well be that not everything in my life is perfect, but there are always some damned fine bits.