tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post4583307229390013730..comments2024-03-04T19:26:00.689+08:00Comments on A WineDark Sea: Seasonal Adjustment Disordersarah toahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-91734526233768515232017-04-18T21:02:14.848+08:002017-04-18T21:02:14.848+08:00Hi Michelle. I will ring you in the morning xHi Michelle. I will ring you in the morning xsarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-52999096449599729892017-04-08T13:16:35.440+08:002017-04-08T13:16:35.440+08:00Wow again. Been struggling myself. And disgusted t...Wow again. Been struggling myself. And disgusted that I ahve become unbelievably nostalgic - mourning for my youth, which was really, really fucked and I could barely function. How idiotic is that. And regrets....so many regrets - despite declaring all my life that I don't believe in them.<br /><br />Fuck getting older - if it gets worse I'd rather go now.<br /><br />I do still think there is a zeitgeist of reckoning operating ion the world. I look at the global picture - a perfect storm of climate karma, the effects of overpopulation and decades of rampant consumersism, all fuelled by alpha-male ego destructiveness. The rising up of the Goddess is upon us and she isn't taking prisoners, even us women-folk. Dr Mad Fishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10274692672575145183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-28827986044813269452017-04-06T00:51:02.187+08:002017-04-06T00:51:02.187+08:00Thank you Mr HatThank you Mr Hatsarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-10491136211714089382017-04-05T16:54:06.645+08:002017-04-05T16:54:06.645+08:00That sounds like shit, Sarah. Platitudes don't...That sounds like shit, Sarah. Platitudes don't help but can I say, it does come and go but the reality is it comes more often as we get older. Keep gardening. Keep talking {to real people).Steve Capelinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14838386764407644146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-25895297387280164272017-04-04T01:12:55.010+08:002017-04-04T01:12:55.010+08:00*splurts orange cordial out her nostrils**splurts orange cordial out her nostrils*sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-52192251801044022492017-04-03T23:27:38.022+08:002017-04-03T23:27:38.022+08:00He was told not to take it on a plane.He was told not to take it on a plane.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-82593100475306945972017-04-03T22:46:34.461+08:002017-04-03T22:46:34.461+08:00I hope you bro doesn't go onto the streets wit...I hope you bro doesn't go onto the streets with a cattle prod. :~)sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-3491861404292639782017-04-03T21:05:55.577+08:002017-04-03T21:05:55.577+08:00Yes they do turn up in bundles don't they?
Wa...Yes they do turn up in bundles don't they? <br />Waiting for a reprieve right now.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-51905911978154871232017-04-03T21:03:44.374+08:002017-04-03T21:03:44.374+08:00Ahh thank you Tom and Rachel. The day after I wrot...Ahh thank you Tom and Rachel. The day after I wrote this I worked gardening for a couple in their early 90s. One has a stent and said he'll 'live to a hundred now.'<br />His wife looked at him and said, 'I don't want to live to 100, dear.' What followed was an intimate discussion on the reality of imminent death. I felt very privileged to experience this practical knowledge. <br />I looked at her her and said, 'That's not long! You are 91!' and she just shrugged and smiled.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-74004148243690310822017-04-02T18:12:24.885+08:002017-04-02T18:12:24.885+08:00I'm sorry to hear about all of this, Sarah. Ju...I'm sorry to hear about all of this, Sarah. Just remember that these sort of events all seem to happen in great bundles and I don't know if it would be better if were spread evenly and thinly throughout your own life before it is your turn, or whether the gaps in between give you a chance to adjust before the next batch.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649507973626411498.post-28749986404901325152017-04-02T01:15:32.065+08:002017-04-02T01:15:32.065+08:00Life is shit when you get older. My brother sat do...Life is shit when you get older. My brother sat down to read the paper and two hours later he woke up on the floor. Stroke. 1 year ago. He walks with the aid of what he used when he was a cattleman, he says he feels better with it than a poncy walking stick or zimmer frame. P's mother is 96 and I could shout at him when he moans about her cooking, in fact I shout at both of them when they bicker along. They don't know how lucky they are. Most of the shit about my life I can't even begin to put into words myself let alone on a blog. I know what you mean. Hang in there.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.com