Voila, la deuxième tentative.

and ‘they’ say that writing helps one heal.

in bullet points then, the little things:

• tried to make yogurt w/ Mum’s yogurt maker that she generously bequeathed to me when she came over last Christmas. Result: errr, I think F for Failure. I’m guessing the bacteria from greek-style cow’s yogurt doesn’t fare that well trying to multiply in goat’s milk? I dunno, was trying to be adventurous I suppose (goat’s milk yogurt, doesn’t that seem like it’s taste much cooler than just plain ol yogurt? hmm. guess that’s debatable actually). Anyways, attempt #1 backfired. Next up, regular whole milk (thought of using guernsey/jersey cow milk…really really thick rich creamy stuff….but then, if it’s just going to ferment….but then into the richest thickest yoghurt possible eh? that thought still has something going for it!) with regular style yogurt as the starter. X-fingers, that combo should be idiot (read: marie) proof.
• last night, saw a bespectacled little old man, shuffling his way across a side street, onto the following sidewalk, he had a suit on, with a tatty (tattered-ish + ratty? old basically) Man Utd scarf slung around his shoulders. I surmised that he was either coming from or going to the pub/home. For a multitude of reasons, just observing that old man made me so so sad. tiny steps. unstable steps (and not from having quaffed copious amounts of alcohol twasn’t that kind of gait)…old age, a weakening body, singularity, loneliness, company, that determination and a purpose yet though, a certain kind of braveness and I don’t care-ness…I don’t know what it was, but those 20-30 seconds that I had the chance to observe him last night touched me in a humbling, sad, but yet wonderous way.
• pretty colourful stick-like shell bracelet that I came across while at a charity shop last Saturday for 50p. I like it. I like it not only because of the delight that I associate with this particular bracelet when I found out it was “only 50p?!?! hella yah I’ll buy it!” (sidenote: cost £5 to repair my 2 coconut shell bracelets that Presha got me from the Brazilian man in Aix from him stand on the side of Cours Mirabeau)…but also because the style of it is similar to one of those aforementioned bracelets, which I still cherish very dearly. Also, I wore it today, and it glinted in the darkness of the auditorium that I was in while the lights came on slightly during the intermission of the play that I watched tonight at RADA (nyahaha, that would stand for the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, note Britain’s propensity for everything Royal….heck even the Chinese restaurants here are all Imperial Something or Royal Something or other…..but I digress, as always….) courtesy of Sue, and a lady, a fellow member of the audience appreciated it’s beauty enough to mention it to me…just simply that she really liked my bracelet and that she thought it was beautiful. how rare that is. well yeah, so i like it. because it’s a positive piece of jewellery now. and a girl can’t have too many of those!

My current boss likes to talk about things in 3s. He says it’s a nice number. I think a bit of that might be rubbing off on me, because I think I shall stop here. 3 bullet points are good. good enough. good ok.

ok fine, maybe not. here’s a fourth

• celebrated St Paddy’s day tonight by having Baileys on the Rocks at Birkberk’s Bar (first time in there - twas right across the street from RADA afterall I think is why we went there). And by wearing one of those big green n black “Guinness”/”St Patrick’s Day 2009″ hats. somewhere out there on someone’s camera is an image of Sue and I with those ridiculous hats on. Quite a difference from St Paddy’s Day celebrations from 2006 :A

  

3 entire years ago those pics were taken (there’s the magic 3 again) hard to believe how fast time flies sometimes. Almost everytime I think about the increased speed with which time seems to fly by though, I am reminded of John Mohan, and then it makes me think but he’s living on forever in the memories of those many people that he touched in his lifetime (I wonder how many people he shared his theory on the passing of time with….I’d like to think I’m part of a special group of people whom he shared it with, and who remember him for that, and pass on his memory to others when we share who it was that we heard this concept for the first time).

Ah well. Time’s flying by now and it’s time for me to go to sleep anyway, and tomorrow shall arrive all too soon I’m sure. Some things don’t change, I still don’t seem to be able to get as much sleep as my body seems to think it still needs when it comes to waking up in the morning…..

as always, love to all.

~m. xoxox