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As useful as a metaphor

I like words. I have clever friends who write stories and books and wonderful things. But I have never had an urge to write a book. It sounds like quite a lot of hard slog.

If it’s true that “everyone has a book inside them”, mine would be a small attractively-designed pamphlet.  I’d use a modern sans-serif font, and include random observations with too many metaphors.

For example:

In shorts, his legs were exactly the same beige as his eco-bag. Feisty organic salad vegetables jostled with a local paper and a ball of string. The cucumber was clearly winning.

Offers of help disappeared, like drops of water in a hot frypan.

There was a micro-pause in the conversation. A sliver of a second when I could feel my anger rise, as unpleasant as hot bitter orange juice.

She had lips so thin, she could have been wearing lipstick on her gums.

I saw an oil slick of black taxis oozing out from the station, sliding in to the pastel purple morning light.

He had a head shaped like a potato. A potato that you turn over in your hand at the supermarket and put back, because of its weird shape.

And here’s one I wrote earlier…

A good night in. It’s been a good night in. Husband is away, so I’ve had some great nights in at home…

We are all alone, together. Looking down the hill, the lights of the party twinkled and crinkled through the trees. The wafts of voices floated up past me in the dark.

I heard a bus shelter singing. Last night I heard a bus shelter singing. I was sitting alone, watching the lights of a  basketball court flicker on and off, waiting for the promised number 46.

You ungrateful cow

That’s a big ungrateful “Moo” from me

Would you like a whinge with your excellent coffee today? I would. It’s almost a reflex:

“No sugar thanks. (The man on the bus smelt like old sausages.) Full fat milk please. (I hate filling in forms.) Just a regular size coffee today. (Charity muggers are taking over the streets.)”

I am making an extra special effort to find some things that make me smile, and that I can be grateful for.

 Culturally-sensitive Wombles

I got this dark-furred Womble from McDonalds many years ago. It made me laugh. [I love the Wombles, but why are there so few girl Wombles? Can’t find any mention of asexual reproduction of their species on the Web. ]

Dark fur Womble toy

Now if only they made an Asian Womble too...

Defrosting the freezer

I love the triumphant feeling of hacking off a Really Big piece of ice from my frosted up freezer. Such a satisfying sharp crack as it breaks off.

Freezer ice chunk

Champion ice chunk from my freezer.

Beautiful words

The Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock by T. S. Eliot.  Here’s one of the bits I love in this poem:

“For I have know them all already, known them all-

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?”

I found a weird old 1999 Hypertext (old skool WWW-speak) version here http://www.usask.ca/english/prufrock/index.html. Click on the first link under the ‘Contents’ heading. Or there is a celebrity version with Anthony Hopkins reading it on YouTube.

My sticker collection

I found my old sticker collection! I hoarded these stickers for years, and am gradually, grudgingly passing them on to my daughter. My mum-self is so pleased to see how excited she is by them. My childhood-self years still thinks they are too precious to actually stick to anything…

Sticker collection in box

I used to love that Knitting Ring too.

ice cream sticker picture

How my old stickers have a new life now.

And here’s one I wrote earlier…

Pretty things offscreen. The more of my time that is sucked up by websites, email, television and mobile phones, the more I appreciate solid physical beauty.  Here are some pictures of pretty things I have seen offscreen…

Pictures of words. Someone has poured concrete in to my sinus cavities (I have a cold). This is a lazy ‘picture post’ today.  I am too tired to write many words, so here are some pictures of words that have made me smile …