I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

...I could be stuck wearing a panda suit for a living...

Think of all the things we take for granted, as human beings...and don't miss until they're gone.

Breathing--now there is something we'd miss, ey?

The sun--My goodnes! Wouldn't our holidays be boring without it? Oh wait, you folks in the U.K., have already had that, of late, haven't you? (Just thought I'd rub it in, a bit).

The Stars...can you imagine? If the stars only came out, once every 500 years--how people would react?

Water--source of life and death. Well, the death part we'd probably not miss, I suppose...but think of it, no water--we'd be going to pubs and buying a pint of...pee?

"Brilliant! Millions of years of human evolution, and that's the best they can do? Soggy chips on a plastic fork?"

"I've been thinking about piercing my ear, and getting a nipple ring, what do you think?"

"No, I'm not pale at all...I just look...Scottish."

Morning all!

Well, had to switch work days, yesterday---I was scheduled to have today and tomorrow off, but yesterday was decidedly under the weather---same complaint that had me in hospital, back in June--so I switched days, and took yesterday off, and will work my 9 hour, split-shift today. Oh joy, oh rapture, oh--bother. Bugger it all...I still feel like crap, this morning..but hey, got some actual sleep yesterday, so it was worth it.

I'm a bit washed out and weak yet--but taking extra doses of iron and the meds, as well, and no fainting, this time, so reckon if I take her easy, today, at work, I should do okay. It's not like I'm back cleaning loos and lugging bin bags up and down stairs, and through car parks, or at the motel, standing on my feet washing and folding towels, seven days a week. I'm sitting down, talking on the phone, right--tho' honestly, talking to thoughtless, angry and mean people for 9 hours, is almost as exhausting as when I was cleaning stalls and kennels, I swear! Gosh, aren't my fellow Americans mostly an ignorant, mean-spirited lot? I mean, I've LITERALLY worked with animals, who've had better manners than many Americans...no joke, I'm being perfectly serious. Oh yeah. I mean, the Canadians can be rude, as well--but, they at least they know how to behave properly! And, they have phone manners--most Americans, I'm appalled to find, these last 10 months, have no concept of even the most basic of manners--they can't even answer a telephone properly, for pity's sake...it's quite sad, really, I think.

Anyway, I think I can get through today--having tomorrow off will help. I work 10-3 then go back to work the 5-9 shift. I can do this--I think. Hell, just toss me a script, man. I can do scripts in my sleep--in fact, nearly have, several times.

So, an overcast and cool day here--not chilly, just cool. I haven't a single clean Item of clothing--except my underwear, of course. I just haven't been well enough to do the laundromat, this week. I'm going to try and get there tomorrow or Sunday morning.

I dream of being able to have a magic genie come along, and help me with my literal mountain of laundry--dragging bags of heavy laundry up and down 2 flights of stairs, into and out of cabs, and fighting for a machine at the laundromat--yeah, that's my typical 'day out," every two weeks or so. When I had a car, it was easy enough to stay on top of the washing, but now...man, it takes the stuffing out of me, just doing a few loads.

Well, gotta go wolf down some breakfast--can't really snack during the day--as I'm talking on the phone, and only get a 10 minute break (ever try to eat in 10 minutes?), so it's often a good 6 or 7 hours between breakfast and lunch, usually, so I try not to eat breakfast too early.

Well, this concludes my dreadfully boring post, this morning--cheers all!

I've not posted any stories from my Accord drabble-blog in a while, so thought I'd do one tonight. As always, you can access the story blog by clicking on the "100 stories" banner above, or by going to: www.nbgolash.blogspot.com/

DAY 34

STORY #34

What's in a Name?

Mr. and Mrs. Robertson moved to the little village of Muirvale for their summer holidays. The couple then went about buying a small boat. After much searching, they finally found a sleek little craft.

However, when it came to naming their new boat, neither could agree on the other’s choice. They decided to ask someone on the street--whatever that person replied, that was what they’d name the boat. They walked up to an old man, made their query, and he shook his head, saying, “Damned if I know.” So, that was how the little boat, got its name: “DAMIFINO”

One of my Dr Who forums that I visit, has a section where you can "ask the celebrites." A while ago, I posed a query to Dr Who writer, Barry Letts, and later, one to the 6th Doctor himself, Colin Baker.

Recently, in the past week, they both replied! And not only that, but they were just so awesomely nice, too!

What a kind thing that was, taking the time to answer me, personally. Wow! I'm sincerely chuffed, I am.

And, this week, I finally got to see episode 13...now this Dr Who fan is seriously well-pleased ...In light of being told, the other day, that the company I work for is folding, I really needed something nice to happen--and got three nice things in one week!

At home, 1979.

As a teen, I had two best friends: My mum and my half-collie, Shamrock.

Well, of course mum was #1--but sometimes she wasn't so sure!

I went away to work in Yellowstone park, when I was 19. It was my first long-term stay away from home. Not only that, but my first long trip, anywhere. You see, my dad didn't do holidays...just short day trips, mostly. The only overnight stay we ever had, as a family (minus my wayward sister) was a weekend in Vermont, in 1977.

Until June of 1980, I'd never been further west from Albany, NY, than the 3 or 4 hour drive to the city of Syracuse, in central NY state. And that, only the year before! Before 1979, I'd never been further west from the capital city of Albany, than the small grubby mill city of Amsterdam, NY (hometown of actor Kirk Douglas)--which was about forty or forty-five miles west of my birth city.

Anyhow, mum loved Shamrock, my dog. Actually, everyone loved Sham, she was that kind of dog--smart and gentle--she really was just like Lassie! Even our local dog-hater--the guy on our street who normally loathed and detested dogs, liked her! (Caught the old grouch petting and talking to her, one day!) So, when I went away to Wyoming, I sorely missed my Shamrock. We went everywhere together--she was my constant companion, we even slept in the same room together (her mostly on the floor--'tho sometimes I'd wake and find a collie head on my pillow, and and collie back against mine--she took up the entire length of my bed!)

So, in Wyoming, once every fortnight, I'd ring up mum on a Friday--after she got home from her job at the village library, and apparently (she razzed me about this for years, tho' I honestly don't remember it), I'd often ask first, how Shamrock was! Well, I know she was pining for me, as the one letter my sister sent to me, that summer, said so.

I actually think mum was sometimes a bit jealous of Shamrock! But, as I said, mum loved Sham too, not quite--but, almost--as much as me.

OMG!!!

I just got an e-mail from someone I recently met on a Dr Who fan page--I barely know this person, but she (I'm assuming it's a she, as she said she was DT's "biggest fan"), anyway, this is the same person who e-mailed me the..umm--crotch pic, this morning. Now--she says she's went and printed out some of my pages from this blog (how she found this blog, I don't know--must've put a link somewhere, and forgot about it).

So, I thought, "Okay, whatever floats your boat, kiddo." Then, I read the rest--OMG!!!

She says, she "printed out my David Tennant captions"--and she's actually going to mail them to him!!!

No!!!

I wrote her right back and politely but firmly asked her to refrain from that.

My gosh, wouldn't I just be mortified, if Mr. Tennant saw my little jibes at him? Oh, yes. I very much would be, even tho' I will never have any contact with the guy, still...

I mean, they are innocent jokes, but still--I'd feel dead awful if I hurt the man's feelings or made him angry...especially in light of his recent loss.

Guess maybe I should cool it with the captions and the joke DT "news" items, for a while.

Man, that would upset me, that would. When I write these "captions," it's just a way to pass the time, take my mind off of things, you know? It honestly never occured to me...I mean, it wouldn't, would it?

Well, it has now. So, no more DT humour--Dr Who, yes, but DT--I think I'd better stop with that.

It's been a long and somewhat dull day. Nothing much accomplished, except to get a little much-needed rest.

I'm sitting here, wishing with all my heart, that I was somewhere else--well, I sometimes do that a lot, lately, I find. More and more, sadly.

Where would I like to be, right now?

Well, in my mind, at least, night like this...

It's cool and rainy this August night, nearly autumnal, really. Which is cool. I rather like autumn. Not as much as I used to mind, in light of the sadness past autumns have brought to me...especially November--two deaths in November, of the two lives that I loved most dear, in this life--yet...the wild winds of November, the roiling, racing clouds, the setting sun turning sad grey hills the colour of roses, the morning mist on the river, the frost on the fields--riming the grass and trees, watching my breath and the brown dead leaves, dancing on the air....it's both a sad time, and a time of freedom and free spirits, caught between the changing of the seasons--the dying summer, the coming of winter.

But, tonight, it's still summer. The leaves and grass are green, the crickets still sing, their songs drifting through my open window, in-between the traffic noises.

Sitting here, in my restlessnes, in my longing and sorrow, in my emptiness and, sometimes, fear, and also the quietude of another evening alone...I think of a place I'd rather be.

I'd love to be in a rural place, sitting on a screen porch, in a comfy chair, with a good book--- or perhaps in a garden, in front of a small open fire? I'd sit quietly..listening to the rain, the crickets, some soft music--perhaps some jazz or other instrumental tunes....sipping a cold drink, just...listening, enjoying the evening, the life around me--in a place that was my own...secure from the bulk of the turmoil and uncertainty and other stuff that plaques my everyday existence nowadays.

I'd like to just sit and not worry about things--just like the old days, back home. Just enjoy the night for what it is, without the storms of life, distracting my mind and soul.

Or, maybe on a night like this, I'd like to be with someone, maybe someday, have some quiet conversation over some cold sweet tea or hot coffee, maybe watch a movie, or play a board game or something. Just...ah, but that's not possible.

But, daydreams don't cost anything, do they?