Last Link Severed

Lisa has cut the last "friendship" connection. She also cut off some of her new "dodgy" friends. So it appears that she places me in their category :) .

She also put up her latest pic. She looks very slender. She also looks sickly. Something about her eyes suggests she's not well.

My knee is healing. I don't think I'm ready for footy tomorrow. I hope to be ready for Wednesday. Tomorrow I'll probably end up cutting grass and hedge.

OK, Goodnight

This one's for Lisa.

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Phil Collins___________________Mariah Carey/Westlife

Ronan Keating - When you say nothing at all

As we vibrate through life occassionally we harmonise and good feelings are generated. This tune is currently in tune with my soul.

Another glorious day.

Today's game of football was not as enjoyable. The team I was playing with did not play as a team. They were looking for luck. I was still playing well but not getting many touches of the ball. The surface we chose to play on was very uneven - there were shallow potholes in places. I was running from end to end - this aspect I enjoyed as it makes me feel alive. However, I encountered one of the potholes and landed awkwardly. My right knee felt unwell. I could walk but could not generate push from it. I tried a spell in goal but let 2 goals in. I decided to retire. Hopefully it is justs a bruised tendon due to the awkward landing and having to re-adjust - time will tell.

Cycling is possible in low gears. Stairs are tricky going down. I've iced it, compressed it, elevated it and rested it.

Still maybe for the deadlines I face in the near future - it maybe a necessary break.

Impossible Love

The sun shone gloriously. I did lots of paperwork during the morning and rewarded myself with serious football in the afternoon.

I had a really good game. My touches came off, I scored a couple of goals, saved a lot, prevented players, was full of running. But best of all, the game was played in excellent spirits. There were no arguments - despite the beaming sun. Some long lost faces turned up [we call them SUMMER PLAYERS :) ]. There were smiles on all faces and we laughed gloriously at the gaffs.

For instance one of our players was having a mare of a day. He missed an open goal from inches away. When he was in goal, he powerkicked the ball. I was facing away from him. His kick hit my arm and rebounded past him and into the open goal mouth. He gave another goal away when he tried to do his tricks while defending - failed, gave the ball away and the opponents gratefully scored. But we all enjoyed the irony, the day, the moment, the sun, our good health.

I played for 2hr 30min. I'm still on antibiotics - due to complete on Sunday.

In the past 2 weeks another nephew has joined my family tree.

Is your own happiness worth the good health of the family. When I used to read of people giving their souls and happiness for the good of the family, or friends, it used to make romantic sense. Living it is another thing. But ask me if I would and despite the pain and anguish I could not change my mind. I love those kids and my unhappiness is still a small price, logically if not emotionally.

Some loves are hard, if not impossible, to forget.

This caught my eye - I had to share.



Viral attack slowly being defeated. Only the dead, coated soldiers being cleared, slowly by the winds of breath. The lungs infested by a web of sticky coated strands of repulsiveness. I wish I could stick a candy stick down my bronchi and with applied spin drag all sticky death out and straight into the bin. But TIME for ceremonial death , it seems, is part of the viral contract for surrender.

Outside the sun shines. If it were an Olympic sport then the sun outside my house would win. Over my head hangs umpteen assignments with imminent deadlines - and i am typing a blog. OK. I'm out. See ya.

Viral Attack

Almost a week now and the little flu blighters are still aggressive. They are attacking my head, nose, mouth, lungs, airtube, stomach and arse. Been unable to attend work.

Came across some ancient attempts by myself at wordery (cos it ain't poetry), when it's online I shall dump the paper version:

The tree...it fell in the wind

The wind...was oh so wild

Wild...is the way of man

Man...whom not God could control

Alone...feared by all

The animals...too stupid, they die

Death...So oft misrepresented

A Servant for those who come.

__________________________________________________

The Road is strewn with flowers

The tears of a nation that mourns

The Sun is the only thing smiling

Perhaps it knows where she's gone

The procession is immaculately attired

The silver burnished like chrome

The disabled are certainly able

to fulfil a role that is their own.

The air is a hotbed of emotion

A rain forest of people

The cause...the only sound to be heard.

_________ Obviously a Diana moment _________

The Sun, whose daughter is the wind

Whose father, long since dead

In a picque of uncontrollable rage

did commit suicide having witnessed

the last child die - killed by

her own children.

The children playing with the

life force of their grandparent!

The wind blows hot as again

history comes full circle

Another child stumbles forward

is touched by the wind

Stumbles no more, falls, and dies.

The wind whistles silently through

unrecognisable unnatural structures

It makes no sound

For nothing is left to hear it.

The sun, whose daughter is the wind

begins to mourn the death of it's mother

Elsewhere, life trys again

Another father watchs anxiously.

Dreams
Last night I actually dreamt.
I dreamt I was walking with Lisa. We were talking coherently and like pals as we ambled down a pavement.

In the dream: It was a chance meeting, there were no others.
Me: blah blah blah...until you got angry and stopped all comms.
Lisa: Yes, blah blah blah, you needed me TOO much.
Me: Yes, blah blah blah.


Weird how talking can be so coherent but writing/reading is impossible in dreamworld - I guess talk is "old brain" and writing/reading "new brain".

Football
So far I have played:
Passing with 2 others on Wed 28th
Full game on Sat 31st
Full game on Sun 1st
Full game yesterday, Wed 4th.

The R hamstring still feels tight.
One of the things that came to light about this past year of injuries is: Sometime last Fall I started taking showers after footy and stopped taking baths. Baths, I now believe allow the muscles to soak in warm water and this massages the muscles. I now believe that a shower is not as effective. So in hopes my theory is correct I am soaking in a bath after every footy session.

The bike is hanging together. I will buy a new one soon.

Mariah Carey _ Without You

lyrics: http://lirama.net/song/39642

Well I am back on the football pitch. I scored a goal and made a few more. Am in pain (aching muscles). About to go to sleep. I even managed to do some course work - but plenty more left to do and deadlines approaching.
Had a drink in a pub with some of the work colleagues. None stayed long enough for a night club. I ventured into one night club (around 11pm) but it was empty, apart from staff, so i wandered back out.
Cycle is in real need of a service and repair. I buckled the back wheel, the front wheel has a slow puncture and the pedal still keeps coming off. I am torn between buying a new bike (same model), buying a different (2nd hand) model, and repairing the current bike. It all depends on the cost.
Torn between applying for new jobs with greater pay and keeping current job with course in mind. I also like the colleagues. My dilemma may prove mute as the contracts may well dictate my future anyway.