Rain on a Sunday.

On Sun, Oct 27, 2013 at 5:38 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>>... Just clicked the ignition numerous times till the fan belt connected to get the windows open,  Not that i'm living in a fan belt and the egg timer's a bit slow.  Not short of rubber bands but i don't know where they go.  Just called this 'rain on a sunday' to practice 13s.

Otherwise it's a normal grey day much like any other.  Quietly enjoying being totally unindustrious and looking out at the weather now and then and roasting chestnuts on a shovel.  Having scoured the internet already for signs of life all the way to Noah Vale.

 

Just clickety clicked in to say all is wonderful with the blog. The glimpsing screen is fine and i enjoyed glimpsing  and all that stonework should blow a few minds among all those thousands of unknowns who are so literate that they just send me an extra number.

Anyway at least we've got over 13000 who hopefully would rather read about the mystical aspect of roses instead of microchips in the toilet, social breakdown, renegade cops arresting babies and shooting pet cats and squirells in the shopping mall (true), i think our radical saviour the internet needs more than a facelift, it needs an army of roadsweepers and dump trucks and an injection of intelligence (the original meaning of the word) not to mention a shift towards life and a simple cop on to the beauty of the ordinary and a sense of gratitude for getting the battle they asked for.

As i say, just an ordinary grey unindustrious sunday and i did get the nudge to change the clocks last night, something to do with the battle of dark and light (ah not that one again) otherwise the only human interaction was an email from a friend needing an online conversation as her head is in bits and is weeping because nothing's worked out as planned and people wonder why i don't accept invitations and a neighbour parked his bike which still doesn't have brakes to ask to borrow a fiver for tobacco to go with his six pack so i got out a box full of loose change and gave him a handful and a roast chestnut which he was reluctant at first to try as he'd never heard of eating them. Hastening to add as he left that you have to pierce them or they explode all over the place which seemed to unnerve him a little.

Phew it's warm in here must shed another layer of wool.  Do let 'me' know if you find any good websites (must draw the curtain on my opposite neighbours big screen hurley match, distracts my peripherals.)  Ah yes, it's good to draw curtains you don't need to be gifted to do that.  My best ideas come out of the joy of not having to do anything so i can look at what i feel like doing.  Part of the art which i hasten to add is for the benefit of service to others.  Always looking inwards for something more radical ( from the root word meaning root as in radish) something simple and natural as people have forgotten simple and natural preferring viral rumours exposed as deceitful hoaxes, drama is so boring.  Anyway, "to talk but rarely is to be natural", so long as it's not done on purpose then it's a religious affectation and i'm not affected by religion so i'll take a break and see what the present brings, most have to wait for somebody to bring them a present.  Ah the pathos of life...

...STOP !   ...MOP.

Art excerpts from: soft grey skies, martin law, march 2012

"soft grey skies" Blog Archive April 10, 2012