So I’m finally in San Francisco for good. Rosemarie and I are going to settle in and look for a new permanent place. Recommendations are very welcome. Right now we are thinking about looking around Mission Delores and Lower Haight.
Now that I’m here I’m sure this blog is going to get a lot more love and things settle down into some normality.
I’m writing this from the tube. Nearly opposite me is an older guy. He doesn’t smell so good, he doesn’t seem like a tramp, but he’s almost certainly a wino judging from the Gin he’s pouring into a Lucasade bottle.
When I sat down this end of the carriage was deserted. I saw people actually get up and move to other seat to be away from this undesirable. He’s not hurt anyone, he’s not being crazy, or violent, or even loud. He’s just quietly sitting. I don’t enjoy the smell, but I can’t imagine the continued hurt that is done to him by the obvious avoidance of my fellow Londoners.
It makes me sad that London has people who turn to drink, it makes me sadder that some people can’t deal with it to the extent that they won’t even sit near him. Rosemarie and I give to Shelter periodically. I think it’s part of living in a city that you should take some responsibility for it’s underbelly. Maybe I’m being cynical, but I don’t think that the people wanting to forget this lonely guy exist are doing the same. I just wish they cared.
Since I’m not named after an eastern European country I can’t claim to be a Womble. However, I am now a great uncle to no less than 3 children. Congratulations to Susan and Danny. Jack Maarten was born at 7.47pm on Friday 11th May. I’m sure Samantha is looking forward to having a baby brother.
Not a real post today because I’m too busy:
My baby has been a bit sick recently. So last night I thought I would treat her to a nice long massage. I used to do it all the time, and I still do it sometimes. But, spending an hour taking care of no-one but her gave me back something I’d momentarily forgotten.
Last night, I got to look into the eyes of someone who knows they are really loved, someone who loves like that back. To me that was worth working my fingers to the bone. The paradox is, only selflessness can get you this reward.
I have a new personal goal, make more of my personal goals about what she needs, not just what I need. I guess this is why marriages are about growth.
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Now I am back from the North country I am going to proceed to populate last week’s posts. Rather than deluge the feed with a heap all in one go I’m going to try and spread them out a bit. So expect random postings from last week to pop-up as I finish writing up each post onto the computer. No chronology guaranteed.
On a side note I thought I’d mention some of the stuff that has been added to the main blog not so long ago. Those of you using the feed may not have noticed.
On the right hand side navigation bar I have added feature which shows the current, read, and upcoming books on my list. You can click through to a short review of the books that I have read. This is partly because I wanted to manage what I was reading and partly because a few people have asked me what I do read. There will probably be somewhat of a mix between fiction, technical and “self-help” books.
I have also been revamping the categories a little and will continue to migrate old posts out of the “general” category as appropriate.
At some point I may also come up with an improved theme, but we’ll see. I definitely want to do an accessibility review of the blog in near future.
So today the wife and I are off to the Lake District on holiday. No laptops are allowed. I still plan to ‘blog’ daily. I don’t know how many posts will get moblogged but there will be material when I get back in around a week.
Ciao.
I’ve been married almost a year. This next week and a half is going to be one of the longest times since then I’ve been without, Rosemarie, my wife. While I’m looking forward to going to California for the first time, I’m also going to miss my wife like crazy.
I’m sure she knows this, and if not I hope she sees. When you live with someone every day not seeing them is strange. My wife is my strength, when I’m down she reminds me of who I can be when I try. She is someone I went to be there to love and look after when she needs it. Someone creative who makes wonderful art and make me feel creative just being around her. She has so much energy, she dances and sings around our flat and it makes me feel alive.
So, to the guys I’m spending a week in California with, I know it’s going to be fun, but I sure wish one of you was my wife.
For the first time in ages I was so glad it was a Friday. I love my job, but this week there has been a lot on. I think partly our estimation of some part of the project has sucked. Partly I’ve just not been able to focus for various reasons.
What I am looking forward to is my weekend suburbanality (not a real word). I’m going to go to Ealing Farmer’s Market and buy some very fresh vegetables, I’ll probably have a coffee out with my wife. Strangely, that’s how I like it. After such a busy week it feels good to look forward to the mundane.
All I can say, is wherever you live look forward to the routines you have which let you share time and life with your loved ones.
When I’m down, she encourages me, when I need a bit of a push she is there using both hands. I know it’s pretty soon after valentines day for such sopiness, but I’m truly lucky.
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