little boats! little boats!

a long long time ago mel and mig and I met up at a wonderful photo blog, and we all loved the images with little boats in them. . .

. . .they have a special place in my heart (mel and mig, as well as the little boats!)

from the wraparound balcony view I see many boats

there is a north/east/south view I could sit at the northerly point of the balcony and look west, but for some reason I don't; probably because where I sit (facing east) means I can people-watch the people on the piazza many floors down. . .

the river flows almost directly east/west/east at this point (depending on the tide, well obviously the river is only flowing west/east, but the tidal waters mean the flow of the river goes in the other direction - east/west - when the tide is coming in)

I can see a road bridge and also a bridge that takes the Underground overground and over-river at this point

just under the bridge is a little yacht club - not much used (in all the time I've spent here recently, and over the last year, I have never seen anyone use it actually); there are some moorings - and some little boats

I've been drawing them from various different points of view - close up, as if I had a zoom lens; with the boats on the right one side of the picture, as part of other drawings of the river and the tide pools; and, on the left of the image, if I draw the river path which is lined with trees at this point - where it crosses the piazza

yesterday at just after high tide when the river was full and flowing downstream, a HUGE piece of driftwood (it looked as if it were the whole branch of a large tree) floated past, very close to the southern bank - I wondered if it was like an iceberg? how much of it I could see above water and how much was out of sight below the water?

what I could see was that the driftwood was going to lodge itself amongst the little boats and it duly did

this morning the tide is in and the river is full again the driftwood has gone but it has left its mark: all the little boats are out of their previous alignment

they used to look a little like this:

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(you have to imagine that the lines are
the angles of the hull of the boat,
the dots being their mooring buoys)

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now they look like this:

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this "event" means that I am now able to draw the boats from a different angle, it means that the ripples on the morning water are making a different pattern, it means that I was wrong earlier yesterday - when I thought I'd drawn all that there was to see in the two weeks that I've been here. . .

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that is
very curious notion!
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I hope that your day
brings you
something different
and interesting
to experience

beautiful rhythm

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remember, a while ago,
when I was contemplating the life of a phoenix?
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possibly not,
why should you recall all that I jabber on about?
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(I was singing a different tune then)
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well. . .

. . .the above is my new perch

it has very good views!
I hope you'll join me there

XXX

as flat as a proverbial

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and no, I'm not referring to my breasts. . .
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(but while we're on the subject, perhaps we'll contemplate it for a while. . .)
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( . . .and I feel perfectly comfortable doing that because since Saturday evening I have been accompanied to the loo and bathroom everytime nature has called or I've needed a wash and brush up)

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(I had told them I pushed the blades down the plughole) (which I had done, seeing as at the time I didn't think I'd be using the bathroom again and didn't want anyone else to get hurt by mistake) (but seeing as how I wasn't supposed to have blades in the first place you can hardly blame them for wanting to make sure I don't find some other way to do something that they don't want me to do)

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(the only reason I had a blade in the first place was cos I'd asked XCH if he could bring me a lady-shave as my underarms were looking slightly like a bush [and I knew I wasn't allowed a razor, which is why I'd asked for a lady-shave] but only being a bloke he didn't know the difference and so brought me a pink girly razor from home. . .)
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(at the time my head was so screwed up by the non-dominant-unilateral-ECT I'd had on Friday [the bilateral procedure producing too many memory issues for TGD to be comfortable with] that I kind of thought it was providence) (of sorts) (obviously the fact they say I am seriously depressed must have played a part too, right? for me to want to pop the little blades out of the razor and slice up the inside of my arm and the back of my hand) (the back of my hand cut went straight into an artery and blood spurted right up and out of me and across the bathroom to the wall on the other side) (just like it does in the films) (the inside of my arm slicing proved more difficult, I only managed to get to a few veins, and my veins are crap and just pack up at the slightest interference anyhow, as many a phlebotomist has found over the years) (the thick white thing I thought was the artery that the silly little blade wouldn't cut thru, was a tendon, apparently) (I only studied Head & Neck and Chest Anatomy at Uni) where was I? oh, I know. . .

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a body is only a body, we've all got them, there's nothing special about mine, and seeing as how it might have made its way into the ground by now, via a crematorium, I have no problem with someone joining me in the bathroom

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but that wasn't what I was going to say

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what I was going to say was that the dose of the new drug that they put me on at the weekend, which apparently is a "mood stabilizer", and which had actually vaguely enhanced (in a +ve manner) my mood by Monday, has been increased with the result that my mood has stabilized to a flatness equivalent to Table Mountain

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(I did have a nice piccie of Table Mountain, only blogger's playing silly buggers tonight) (I also had a picture of a salt lake in Bolivia that's equally flat, but that wouldn't load that either) (so you're stuck with the Nazca Plains. . .)
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I'll skip the more obvious comments about aliens and Erik Von Daniken and just apologise for the fact I'm probably coming across as a little bit grumpy and lacklustre and haven't really had the energy to visit you (yes you!) and say something amusing or interesting (she writes, hoping that that's what she normally does) but presumably at some stage in the not too distant future they'll get the meds right and I'll be back to my old self

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or a new version of her

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and in the meantime, just be pleased that you're not a member of the 24hour care staff who has to watch and be present at my every action - the food in here is gruesome
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(and the management don't provide pegs for noses)

for mel, craig, shot, katherine and all my wonderful buddies over the pond

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and for everyone else. . .
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and anyone able to resist humming "celebrate good times, cummon" and then play a snatch of air-guitar whilst schreeching "yahoo!" you have better stamina than I do, but we probably knew that. . .

personally, I hate that tune (but then I am well known for being a miserable cow) (only you guys haven't cottoned onto that yet)

for dave who wanted to explore the word rude

*thinks*
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(what can dave possibly mean by the word "rude"?
to me "rude" is when you say something nasty and spiteful
to someone, on purpose. . .)
(or when you talk with your mouth full of half chewed food. . .)

(*remembers* dave is an XY,
so probably doesn't share the same definition. . .)
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(it's all a drop in the ocean
of semantics and experience, isn't it. . .)
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let's explore the water, shall we!
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what happens when I go on my hols?
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and if you believe that,
you'll believe anything!
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(the top two, very possibly, but that red one -
I'm far more flatchested than her. . .)

but a little imagination never goes amiss, eh. . .
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hmmmmmmmm. . .
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what else could he possibly mean
by the word "rude"?
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checking out whether one's bikini
coordinates with the fridge?
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draw your own conclusions. . .
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dave's definition of the word "rude"?
it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack!

found it!!!

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this?

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but, dear dave that. . .
is what happens when you have an accident with the Immac
and then go for a roll around in the compost heap. . .
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you see, I wouldn't even call the following "saucy"
(a little "cheeky", possibly, but that's only a play on words
and visual imagery, eh):
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I'd call that underwear shopping. . .
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sauce is something you put on your fish and chips
or have on the side next to a lamb chop
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anyhow, back to the underwear shopping:

she didn't make the same mistake that I did
with the haircut!
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YUP!
that's my excuse
and I'm stickin' to it!

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yee g*ds, how did I get pulled into this?
obviously haven't had quite enough coffee yet this morning

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*has another cup*
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now this, I find rude:

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let me know what your conclusions are, ok!
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and just to prove I'm not Julie,
the following is me:

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XXX

(and if this submission doesn't get a comment out of vicus,
I may as well give up)
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(however, he probably does have
more important things to do with his time)

(don't you?!)

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If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show the you I've come to know. If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go? There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too. And when my love for life is running dry, You come and pour yourself on me.
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And if I could be two places at one time, I'd be with you. Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way. If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, I'd spend the end with you. And when the world was through, Then one by one the stars would all go out, Then you and I would simply fly away. . . .
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BREAD