Mikiesboy

1. and then it's done - the day the tide's washed proof of us away sand weed was witness to love our secrets bound in its silence 2. you there, why do you slump? hands between your knees when you raise your head, i see your eyes filled with melancholy, an eternity of pain I don’t know you, but I know the hurt and anguish you carry I long to touch you Pain shared makes us stronger 3.

Interesting and useful. Thanks.

We live in an apartment and so only pay our hydro (electricity) usually its about $50/mth.. with a high of $85 in August. The other stuff is in our rent which is $1,265/mth + hydro.

i would marry Him again, but i think maybe we'll just stay married, as we are. i think He'd agree it's just easier than getting divorced just to do it all again. i don't think either of us are into renewing vows, since we haven't forgotten the first ones yet.. He is always here for me. Hope everyone has a good week.

We are just home from a wedding. Straight couple. It was lovely.. small but lovely. i was out with my wonderful Husband, who danced with me and just looked after me the whole evening. i'd marry Him again, in a heartbeat.

you can do that ... i try not to use plastic and it's too loud and violent. i just like to be quiet for the most part i put cheerios in a plastic bag once and used the rolling pin ... it took ages .. should've just put them in the food processor

These are timeless. Who among us has not felt this way or will not? You are not alone and you've pulled back the curtain we all shiver behind.

A Thing What i Learned This Week: i like to bake i buy whole nut pieces cuz i'm cheap i hate cutting those whole pieces into small ones yesterday i thought what can i use to cut up all my pecan pieces? after a few minutes i thought ... yes, try that! one cup of nuts cut up in under 5 minutes.

geez .. take care rick. all the best to you and your brother

When was the last time you gave yourself permission to do nothing? If you’re like us, it’s been a while. Being in a state of overwhelm feels like the new norm and when we do finally slow down, we’re just way too hard on ourselves. Society has conditioned us to think that if we’re not being productive, we’re just being lazy. Let’s reframe this belief because 1) it’s nonsense and 2) we literally need breaks. Rest activates our parasympathetic nervous system, reducing stress, boosting creativity, and improving our health. You’re not what you accomplish, so consider this your permission to relax. from the Sanvello Team

The story is developing ... i've written bits but i am in the middle of writing Kidnapped... just finishing ch 11 ... i really dont want to do much on Oliver .. just keeping notes atm.

There could be more ... it's often in my head. If you don't know La Campanella... it is among the most difficult pieces for the piano.

A dream i had: “Can I play your piano?” Oliver gazed at the baby grand that sat in the corner. Luckily the lid was down and the fallboard covered the keys because the instrument was coated in dust. Oliver turned to his john. He smiled. “Do you mind?” Ken tightened his bathrobe. “Um, sure, if you want. Not sure if it’s in tune. It’s not been tuned since William moved out.” “You should cover it with a piano cloth you know. That’s the best thing to do to keep out the dust and stuff.” Oliver ran a long finger over the dusty fallboard. “Do you maybe have a cloth I can clean it with?” “Mmm, sure. Just a second.” Ken blinked and then walked into the kitchen. Maybe bringing him here wasn’t such a hot idea. He pulled a kitchen towel from the drawer and some furniture polish from under the kitchen sink. Then he returned to the spacious living room. “Here. Dust away.” Oliver smiled and took cloth. “Thanks. You should never use that stuff on your piano. It’ll mess up the finish.” He used the soft cloth to push away the dust. Ken watched gray fluff settle onto the hardwood floor. That’s just fucking great. Thanks. Once the dust was off the piano, Oliver pulled out the bench and sat down. He stretched his fingers. Then he clenched and opened his hands several times. Ken took a seat on the sofa. I wonder if he can actually play that thing? "Um ... do you need music. William left some in the bench." "I don't need sheet music except for the first time I play something. After once, I can remember it." Oliver picked off a bit more dust and released it to join the rest on the floor. "Seriously?" "Yes. I can remember every piece I've played since I was eight." Ken nodded in silence. Oliver played some scales for a minute or two. He turned to Ken. “It’s a little out of tune, not badly though. I think we can make music together.” And then Oliver Bagosian played. Ken found himself leaning forward. “Jesus.” The pianist’s hands flew. And then it was over. Ken got to his feet. “Ollie, shit. That was .. Liszt.” Oliver smiled. “Yes, La Campanella. Was it okay?” “Okay? Where did you learn to play like that?” Oliver placed the fallboard over the keys. “I learned as a kid. I think I said that." “Why don’t you play?” "Like professionally?" After standing Ollie pushed the bench back to its original position. “Well. That’s a long story. Short version … I’m too insane.”

and then it's done - the day the tide's washed proof of us away sand weed was witness to love our secrets bound in its silence

These are both lovely and should be read aloud, slowly, like savouring a perfect wine. i've not read these before, these i would remember.

You've done a beautiful, caring and humane thing but yes, you need to look after yourself as well. Your partner, when you find them will be lucky to have you.

i liked this book very much. i don't read to like characters, there are people like david out there, i want to read their story, even if it's sad, or contemptable. It was well written, not happy, but not all of life is. It was interesting and of its time i think.

i bet she cried too .. when she told Him that Congratulations, honey to Phil Sir and you. xoxo

it all came out nicely. Dinner was good, it was a fresh pasta sauce with lots of our fresh veggies.

i managed 1000 words.. hopefully it'll be a good story. ..

i am reminded of many things when i read this ... but it boils down to love. Yes, moving forward will be hard but is giving up the love you've made together easy? it isn't .. that i know about. I think you did a great job with this story. i think your people will be okay, because if you're willing to work together and love each other, anything is possible.

Some writing done, but i can't put off doing some baking/cooking i need to do: Poaching all the little pears we got .. not in wine but apple juice with spices.... mixed fruit oat bars and green onion/broccoli/cheese eggies for Michael's breakfasts. Later, fresh tomato sauce with chiffonade baby bok choy (we have a lot of that). I think it will be about the same as spinach in the sauce. Then some of the b bc i will put in the freezer for a later stir fry. hope all of you are enjoying your Saturdays

Started chapter 10 of Kidnapped (working title). Yesterday's output was wild.. i think that was a first for me 3,000 words in a day. That will not be happening today, but that's cool. Sleeping past 4am, puts a damper on things. LOL.

Started chapter 10 this morning ... i wont be writing 3,000 words today. But that's okay. Those days dont happen often but they are fun when they do.

not sure that's true.. but mostly i try to be good