Cause And Effect...

Yesterday was a good day. And it wasn't just a good day in the sense that nothing cataclysmically bad happened to me, there were no train derailments, or tsunamis, or alien invasions in my life yesterday, it was just an ordinary day, and yet one that made me smile more than usual. And I think that was just about it, smiling. My workmates saw it, some even pointed it out (and some even got suspicious of it). Why was I smiling? No reason, and yet every reason. And now I'm starting to sound like a rather pompous swine with nothing better to do than to watch a daffodil grow through the seasons, from life to death to re-birth. 

I can't actually remember much of what happened, apart from my workmates' suspicions. I was kindly complimented on my previous blog, I was observed by the general public as being happy with my job, and as I slept last night, or as I tried, a line or two of a poem or a song entered and twisted and simply popped into my head. I rolled over and typed this into my phone:

'When Winter Leaves and Winter Trees

Bring Summer Long to her knees,

We shall battle on, we shall battle on...'

I'm not entirely sure if those lines are good or not, and I'm not even sure if they'll come to anything. But I'm glad I wrote them down, because a few lines I've been having recently, whilst in the grips of the sleepy pathway to slumber, have been lost to the recesses of my mind, not to be recovered. 

But, as with all goodness, there's a flip side. Pill's convinced (as always) that I'm coming across as wonderfully fake, and wanted me to sit down and talk about the future again last night. DarkHorse is on about buying a house early next year, and wishes for Pill, HB, and I to move in. I can only see a handful of problems ready to occur and none of which he wishes to discuss with me. There are just two things I require from a house/flat/place I'm living in apart from the obvious ones:

1. It needs to be within walking distance of town, not really any further than half an hour. I can't rely on public transport again like I was before Christmas. So much time wasted, 10 hours a week, 40 a month, 120 over the three months I waited. I spent the equivalent of five days waiting for trains to and from work, and I don't want to have to do that, or something similar, again.
2. It needs to have somewhere green to explore. That's an obvious one, for me at least. Somewhere to get lost, and somewhere to find things you weren't expecting to find.

There are of course other things concerning me, and convincing me that moving out alone would be a better option entirely, but none more so than Pill and DarkHorse wanting me to be a part of the decision. I may live there, but in the long run, it would be their (her) first house together. Why should I get a say in where they live? And for that matter, why would they want anyone else there apart from to make it conveniently cheap?

Maybe I'm just having doubts because doubts are worth having, unless every instinct in me is saying 'this is a bad idea', I'm not sure. Cause and effect, do something and make something else happen. You make a decision, and make something else happen. And never before have Ioan Gruffudd's words made more sense (two days since viewing them). If I do this now, I have a few ideas on how it plays out, and likewise if I don't do it. It's another big decision, especially after I just got settled into our flat and everything. I've just about dulled myself to the bean related meals and subsequent flatulence from across the room, doors slamming at the 6am wake-up call, and the 'you cook, I'll clean' regime.

It's a tricky one, and it'll take some thought, but in the meantime, I've got to take every day as it comes, and be happy in the fact that tomorrow the sun will rise and that opportunities are ready to be made, found, and explored to the fullest...

Carpe diem...

Also, have you heard 'What does the Fox say yet?'...

Anticipation...

I love the smell of morning air, just before the sun has risen, don't you? (no sarcasm intended). I was having a shower with the window open, and the breeze just smelt so refreshing. I wonder if they bottled it and called it morning breeze or something would it smell the same...nope.

And thus the Friday event, namely Slen's birthday has arrived. Tonight, after my daily activities, I shall be travelling, yet again this week, to Big End to see friends and, inevitably, family. I've also figured that I've got to stay the night again, which is a bummer, as the bed I have to stay in is still the plank of wood with a mattress on top of it, in the sauna room. The idea for the birthday being that everyone brings a pub quiz round and we quiz it up - my topic is all about me (fill my little ego, right up, right up).

It's meant to get hotter again this weekend, and tomorrow I will be gathering supplies of weed killer and soil to pot up some pumpkins (I'm boring I know), and I don't think the other plants in the tubs are going to survive much longer. I don't like the look of them anyway, but they were a nice surprise. 

Holiday begins today, and it's gonna be a good'un, as far as holidays are concerned. Food, Wine, BBQ, Sun, Festivals, Friends, Birthdays, all the best things rolled into one. Tim came to see me again yesterday. Apparently there was a fatality they were treating as Murder! on the tracks at Llanharan. Spooky stuff, who knew Wales had a Mafia?

I've been figuring out my costume for this comic con and I've settled myself on a few things I'm going to have to purchase (I'm no good at shopping around, so it might have to be for the prices I find them at, but here's what I got...

...it'll be August, so I don't know how warm that thing is going to be...

...goggles seem to be very important to the Steampunkers. Upon hearing this, my mother suggested that I have some swimming goggles...

...I friggin' love waistcoats, but I'm not sure whether to get the tie to match or just go open collar'd? Any suggestions?...

...and why go for just a telescope when you can have a sextant as well? Any decent cartographer needs one (a little OTT?)...

Personally, I think I require more gears and stuff. I've got a pocket watch I plan on using, and I'm not sure about weapons. Are we meant to have weapons, is that a requirement? Either way, I'm thinking it's going to be a good day, and something to look forward to. I need a small leather travel bag as well (fer maps, duh!), and what were those stupid boots all the emos were wearing at one point without the laces done up? I might need some of those, or actual boots.

Today won't be relaxing, but I'm looking forward to spending time with the girls down the Bay on Sunday. FOOD FESTIVAL MASSIVE!

Carpe diem...

The Smile That Stays With You...

It was Saturday, and all was well. The birds and bees were doing the rounds, the sun was much higher in the sky than most citizens could handle at that time in the morning, and our hero was preparing himself for the day ahead. 

He managed to miss the majority of the sun, though, donning his shades, he marched to and from town without so much of a good morning or a goodbye from anyone. He passed the usual sights of delivery men delivering, shoppers shopping, and pubs and clubs cleaning their doorsteps. Though there was one thing that caught his eye. A soldier in uniform, sat upon the hard stone, begging. Our hero, a swell guy, ignored the poor man, as was his inclination since moving to the big city, and continued on his way; ever with the thought that the soldier might be hunting him.

Later on in the evening, he had arranged with his flatmate, another person of great standing within the community, to have a small dinner with a few guests. Knowing that two of his associates were out of town, there were only two others they could call upon, one had had her phone eaten by a cat, the other was the ever delightful Red. 

The evening progressed well into the dark with just the four, and a marvelous time was had. Countless drinks were drunk, the embers of the coals shone darkly beneath the grate, and the stars were showing their faces by the time the foursome retreated inside. Many more discussions were had, and a bit more drink, though as with all good things, it soon came time to say goodbye. 

Morning quickly approached, and our willing hero ventured out into the night air with the ever delightful Red, and walked her all the way home. Along the way though, he crossed many lines, and said numerous misconstrued statements allowing him to become the fool. He thought a while after he had left Red at her door, and incorrectly gave directions to a drunk. Our hero seemed convinced that he always crossed the line, and no matter how he did it, he always did for good intentions and the laugh, no matter if one came or not.

Our hero was a simple soul with so many complexities, and upon looking up into the night sky to witness a phenomena that wasn't there, he plugged in his music and marched on home.

Carpe diem...