Walk to the stone bench in the blustery rain, clouds of rain blowing in off the sea, then back, reluctantly, wanting it to continue, to feed, water and let out the assorted ducks and hens. Wondering about evolution - why hasn't ivy evolved a stand-alone trunk like other trees? Why one go-it-alone, I'll-be-a-parasite species of tree? There must (?) have been occasional ivies with stronger trunks; why did they not have an evolutionary advantage? I like rain, as long as I'm listening to it from under the hood of a waterproof, or watching it from a warm, dry space.
I wonder how different the world would be, if every now and then, the interviewee in a radio/TV interview came back with "What would you do?" If media training taught a combative approach rather than the bland delivery of a non-denial denial and a non-confirmation confirmation. Maybe I should retune to a music station, but the timechecks are useful. [Maybe they have those on music stations. Duh.] We were all stuck or faltering at the Thursday Group last night (I know; postponed from last week). Maybe this is one of those cyclical moments come round again: recommit; change direction; check out. And rest. We're all here until next time it comes around.
But - in my case - they were right in unexpected ways. Took along a piece of writing expecting one conversation, got quite another. And a set of faults neatly pinpointed. There seemed to be pretty much general agreement when Kath said that she liked [the character] Louie, although Louie came in unexpectedly and so far consists of litle more than a few sentences. Even stories aren't under control, really, are they?
I wonder how different the world would be, if every now and then, the interviewee in a radio/TV interview came back with "What would you do?" If media training taught a combative approach rather than the bland delivery of a non-denial denial and a non-confirmation confirmation. Maybe I should retune to a music station, but the timechecks are useful. [Maybe they have those on music stations. Duh.] We were all stuck or faltering at the Thursday Group last night (I know; postponed from last week). Maybe this is one of those cyclical moments come round again: recommit; change direction; check out. And rest. We're all here until next time it comes around.
But - in my case - they were right in unexpected ways. Took along a piece of writing expecting one conversation, got quite another. And a set of faults neatly pinpointed. There seemed to be pretty much general agreement when Kath said that she liked [the character] Louie, although Louie came in unexpectedly and so far consists of litle more than a few sentences. Even stories aren't under control, really, are they?
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