I’ll likely die baffled, but I’ve learnt a few things along the way:
Accept what you were
Accept what you are
Accept what you’ll be
And be grateful.
Here, most definitely grumpy. I’d convinced myself I was
wearing girls’ sandals. Probably was.
It was a strange twist of fate that changed my life. I ‘failed’ the interview and the job went to a young lady who realised she other priorities, a baby was on the way. A short and courteous phone call and I was on my way. So much fell into place after that. Every so often I think of that baby and thank him or her.
“I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now…”
My first Form. Their characters shine through. Some are unfortunately dead. Others will surely end up as grand old men terrorising nursing homes.
Seattle airport. Christmas 1981. Meeting Kathleen, my distant American cousin, for the first time. We’d only seen each other for a minute or two and already she was mocking me – pushing her imaginary glasses up her nose – a mannerism I didn’t know I had.
Taking pictures of America. Camera white hot.
Swimming in the North Pacific on New Year’s Day – as one does.
fiddle. I drink a mean beer.