There’s a leak, a trickle of drips. I try to calculate the time between each, wondering idly if there is rhythm to their falling. But it is erratic; sometimes a staccato of drips, then a plop of drops, or a slow slithery splat. Suddenly the curtain of approaching rain reaches my house, drumming on the iron roof it sounds like I imagine gravel in a blender does. Just as quickly the spring squall passes, and I focus again on the leak. My child has a cold, I find them a clean hanky.
Just thought I’d share this post from my Business Blog (which I have be woefully neglecting of late, you can read the full post by clicking on the link below. Should you wish to comment you can do so on whichever on my Blogs you feel moved to. Hope you enjoy it.
Just to pass some time, here are some fun tidbits courtesy of Google (via Buzzfeed). The smallest standard scientific measure of time is the “Planck time“. It takes you about five hundred and fifty thousand trillion trillion trillion Planck times to blink once, quickly. No wonder I get so tired when I blink my eyes […]
Yeah, you know I love this little “On This Day” thing on FB, and today it gave me this one from 3 years ago. Here is the link to the original post. It was great to read some of the nice comments left, and downright weird to read my responses – sometimes I just don’t feel that I type like me!.
So yes, I’m size 20 – an incontrovertible fact,
I’m way past cuddly and curvy, so let’s just call me fat.
“She must be greedy and lazy, to let herself get to that size”,
they speak without understanding, one day they may realise.
It’s so much more than just eating – this chaos that lives in my brain,
compounded of joyful memories, and bottomless buckets of pain.
The food is only a symptom, of things I cannot control,
for though I am shattered and broken, once I was boundlessly whole.
I know it is not the real answer, to things that go “bump in the night”
but just for those few tiny moments, food makes some of it right.
I’ve searched for other solutions, but to food I keep coming back,
so look deeper than just my surface – my pain is displayed in my fat.