tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67913522024-03-13T05:16:22.519-07:00Pesk.A Life Less Literary.Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-18818263145235903212021-05-05T03:45:00.007-07:002021-05-05T03:55:55.885-07:00The past remains.The other day on Bookface, one of those questions came up. "If you are lucky enough to remember your Grandma, tell us.So I did, and it has stayed with me for days.My grandma, was exactly 40 years older than me. My mum is exactly 20 years older than me, being one of ten children that my grandma had. My youngest aunt is just a little older than me. So there I was, the littlest, Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-23290359273854902232014-12-31T00:47:00.001-08:002014-12-31T00:47:08.498-08:00Final sunrise of 2014 from my bedroom window. I never tire of watching this from my bed. Hope tomorrow's is equally uplifting!
Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-67521590456188594972014-07-30T01:42:00.002-07:002014-07-30T01:42:55.357-07:00Flights, flying, spacemen
I dream about these things. Often my first inkling that I am stressed, a dream pops up where I am sitting in my car at traffic lights and a passenger jet flies over my car, so close I can see the landing gear. The whoosh of terror wakes me as the aircraft flies into the town ahead of me. Another is an alien craft landing on flat ground, a mile or so away. The sky fills with odd shapes, Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-32548013615461880222013-12-14T08:05:00.001-08:002013-12-14T08:07:16.737-08:00
You Will See Me.
You
are my new inspiration...My museAnd I mean that not as a compliment
I
will use you to cruise through any writer's block
Any lazy daze
when a glazed gaze invades my mind's cave of creativityI will
think of you…and what you did to meI
will take negativity and make it inspire meI was not a book from
a library
As I stand here alone, I declare I was not a loanTo
be pickedPeskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-25980210480604874322013-11-30T10:08:00.003-08:002013-11-30T10:10:50.895-08:00Skyscapes
I don't write much these days. Taking photographs seems to have taken the place of words - I say what I want to say with an image, or a stream of images. Sometimes though, the two go together, I take an image and as I see it appear, the words start to jostle and prod for attention. Today in the city where I live, we had a remarkable sunset. The colours changed minute by minute as I Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-86228297763969275072013-07-23T15:38:00.001-07:002013-07-23T15:38:03.026-07:00It's the real thing.Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-47522735956306235142013-07-02T09:47:00.002-07:002013-07-02T11:17:49.182-07:00FaecesBookWell it is, isn't it?
I've decided that it is time to snap my addiction to BookFace. It is a time snatcher, a motivation muncher, an anger creator. For some time now I have berated myself for coming in from work, scrolling down my news feed and discovering that before I knew it three hours have passed by and my house is still a tip. I wake in the morning, look who is on chat, waffle about not Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-42416914773961003482013-01-16T10:30:00.002-08:002013-01-16T10:39:37.928-08:00Aaaand another one gone and another one gone, another one bites the dust.
So, HMV is about to be no more. The biggest of all the high street music retailers, joins Tower, Our Price and even Woolworths as it finally falls to the floor, beaten to a bloody, pulpy death by the piracy revolution, and the lure of mp3s, Mr owneverything apple and it's iTune store, Amazon and it's track for 10p, have Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-5786781980920303222012-08-23T01:32:00.002-07:002012-08-26T03:59:36.982-07:00Moving.
Where I live now, is smack bang in the middle of the country. My drive to get to work is endless, and adds many hours onto my job - and two days ago, I did an eighteen hour shift on top. I'm exhausted. I will miss the views though. In the morning, as the sun rises particularly. The views at times, make me stop my car and get out to look for longer. My friend John Byford is a proper Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-5505763392710678982012-08-13T05:10:00.003-07:002012-08-26T04:00:47.080-07:00Recovering the Heart.
The contractions of the heart are controlled by chemical impulses. They fire at a rate which controls the beat of the heart. Unlike other organs, the heart survives for a while without stimulus. The heart continues to beat rhythmically. After a time, it stops.
I think of me, without you. Not now, but then. Before.
I set my own pace - too slow, careful.
And now, Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-90492214143928760922012-08-12T22:26:00.001-07:002012-08-12T22:26:16.836-07:00Snap Decision.
I got me a new job. And, a new house - eventually. The house was harder to be accepted for... I failed the stringent credit check on application. The landlord wanted me to have the house, I wanted the house, the credit agency were adamant I was a big fat fail as far as being a good credit risk went - this was puzzling to a woman with no debt to speak of. So, I joined a Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-51447642150478869672012-07-21T05:12:00.002-07:002012-07-23T11:23:35.545-07:00
Always Hiding?
Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-3641268574741861052012-07-13T01:04:00.003-07:002012-07-21T05:25:09.124-07:00This, this, this...
What Is To Be Given
What is to be given,Is spirit, yet animal,Colored, like heaven,Blue, yellow, beautiful.The blood is checkered bySo many stains and wishes,Between it and the skyYou could not choose, for riches.Yet let me now be carefulNot to give too muchTo one so shy and fearfulFor like a gun is touch.
Delmore Schwartz
Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-89316389510427766182012-07-12T15:24:00.002-07:002012-07-12T15:24:19.693-07:001.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? A fingernail.2.When did you last have your photograph taken? At the SO festival. My daughter took it. 3.Can you play Guitar Hero? No. Do I care? No.4.Name someone who made you laugh today. Anna, a sister on the ward I work on.5.How late did you stay up last night and why? Til about midnight. Because I'm a grownup, and it's up to me.6.If you Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-6109888795091472762012-01-07T12:06:00.001-08:002012-01-07T12:06:29.785-08:00My mood.Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-27490379489879568412011-12-03T04:07:00.000-08:002012-07-23T11:31:07.931-07:00Ridiculeyes
Elle has extended my eyelashes. If anyone does not need eyelash extensions, it is me. I can't blink when I wear glasses as it is.
Wibs says "You look like a tranny". Lovely child.
They do fall off sometimes. They are not applied en masse, they are carefully put on, one bit at a time. Each one, has a little spray of four hairs on it. Elle gave me a tiny tube of this Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-54244501302851634352011-10-10T05:37:00.000-07:002011-10-10T13:33:31.846-07:00Introducing ...
... Neo. My dear friends over at Ameeka, Stacie and Ian, had Neo for two years as a stud cat - imported from Sweden. Neo is an Ocicat Classic, and has fathered many of their litters. Now retired at the age of two (soft git) he has been gifted to me by them. He's had his vitals removed though - as if anything less would be tolerated in THIS house! He is very very Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-37159103583753453192011-08-02T04:13:00.000-07:002011-08-02T04:16:23.664-07:00Sartorial flim flam.
Or jim jam. Bought Livia a nightdress with this design on it.
Oh, hardeehaaar, she said.
I should have one too, I said, with Frumpy Cow written on it.Yes! she said, you should!Apart from...? I said.Apart from, you are not frumpy, she said. Cough, she said.
Hrmmm.Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-37812800862491022782011-05-03T05:18:00.000-07:002011-05-03T05:18:56.366-07:00Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-6816044043987654862011-05-03T05:01:00.000-07:002011-05-03T05:01:23.840-07:00I've got another job, on top of my first. Money is very, very tight, dreadthepostman tight. Anyway, I am pulling pints. here -
Is it not beautiful? My right arm is growing stronger, pulling pints of real ale in the base of that windmill, running round with Sunday roasts in the attached restaurant..
Just think - I am now a nurse that also works in a brewery. Line up lads.Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-8728398382294733582011-04-25T03:12:00.001-07:002011-04-25T03:22:46.267-07:00awww. My lovelies.
http://youtu.be/QInbc-5z57IPeskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-41398195106808696952011-04-25T02:14:00.001-07:002011-04-25T02:15:02.865-07:00oooh, look what I made...Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-63647140957255011292011-04-24T08:21:00.000-07:002011-04-24T08:26:31.636-07:00House of Women ...
and one of them, is a monster at the moment. Veering wildly between adult and child, she manages to spend most of it displaying a personality just a smidgen less possessed than Regan MacNeil's. Since Christmas we've had a vitriolic spew of mother hatred on Facebook, two all night parties that saw no return for three days, orange hair, pink hair, green Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-10129033317539374522010-12-30T07:16:00.000-08:002010-12-30T07:18:05.599-08:00Time's gone by...
A friend of mine is home for Christmas. Hilariously, he is posting a great raft of pictures (onto Facebook) that he took almost thirty years ago, of me and our friends. Luckily his privacy settings are pretty high, so my boss, colleagues and anyone who isn't a mutual friend, can't see them. For your amusement, I am reproducing one of the photos below. Another friend of mine, Peskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6791352.post-13146426859795153292010-12-28T06:03:00.001-08:002010-12-28T06:03:30.338-08:00Happy Birthday Caz.
Just wanted to say that. xxxPeskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180733044384120812noreply@blogger.com1