So i'm sitting here watching Ironman after a day at home (relaxing, though not necessarily by choice, after another interesting sleepless night – I've just been told (slightly less eloquently) that I have a face like two pee holes in snow... beautiful analogy)
Jace (the 8year old grandkid) just got back from a day at the mall with his grandma so I, by great personal sacrifice, helped him build one of his lego models he brought back (I forgot how much fun they were.)
I'm shattered and have done less than nothing today, but am loving Ironman (now he was a great marvel hero, none of the faffy tights or capes.)
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
the real man of steel
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Ok'o
I admit to not reading every post. Sorry.
But why were you in london?
It's encounter this weekend.
Life slips on by. People, faces.
Sam's ran the kids work. 90 kids for two hours - not bad aie?
Carson's coming to church(if he get's up) tomo. Kenny Primrose is preaching.
Hmm be nice to chat.
I'm sorry to hear you were ill. I hope you didn't catch it off the dog.
later my friend.
My friend across the sea
A lot of water with air above.
Time for a lot of thoughts in-between one shore and the next.
One Spirit that once hovered over the waters.
One Spirit to speak to you and me.
But my thoughts are with you for these moments.
My friend across the sea.
I need to get drawing. xx
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