Returning To How Things Were Before
Mar. 4th, 2018 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I sat out on the patio yesterday afternoon while I did the Telegraph crossword- and the world dripped round me. There's still a little snow and ice on the ground this morning but the thaw continues. The daffodils have emerged a little less upright than they used to be but still preparing to bloom. One of the neighbours is firing a gun or guns. The older I get the less I like guns. Guns are filthy things. If humanity would only grow up and start being kind to itself there'd be no need or excuse for them.
I had a dream where I was wearily foot-slogging round a vast university campus looking for my grand-daughters. At least I suppose it was a dream; My brain says it was but my bones and joints say otherwise.
I had a dream where I was wearily foot-slogging round a vast university campus looking for my grand-daughters. At least I suppose it was a dream; My brain says it was but my bones and joints say otherwise.
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:37 pm (UTC)Because I know what they're for and I know what they do.
People still ask me why I'm pacifist but I don't think I could show them the results of a gut shot from a black powder musket....
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:53 pm (UTC)