here we go

new job. getting ready. thinking about what it will be like. maybe i will be nervous later on, but right now, im just excited about the possibilities. going towards the unknown. wondering what simon is doing right now. on a hike? sitting around the campsite? wonder what blake is doing. sleeping, i will bet...
it feels really great to be out of the stock industry. i woke up thinking about it and remembered that it is part of my past now.
so hopefully i will have loads to write about later today...

musings

i wonder if the music blake is into now is like when i first heard the clash. i was switching channels earlier today and caught some old costello video for 'radio, radio'. i remember buying 'my aim is true' and realizing that every song was a gem and that music would never be the same again. does he get that feeling with all the bands he is into?
had a great dinner with sus - love that girl, yes i do.
belly full and getting ready for bed. hope i can sleep tonight - start the new gig tomorrow and while i am not overly nervous, i do wonder what it will be like. hope i do ok and dont fart or belch or embarrass myself.
read about a MLK comic today called King - must track it down - sounds interesting.
si called - he is sleeping under the stars in the Lake District tonight, happy with his mates. i do love him and its terribly romantic that he thought to call me from possibly the most remote phonebox in the uk to wish me well...

ok - thats it. time to sleep. jet lag, be gone.

smackhead junkie marc

what an amazing holiday. i have to write down some shit or it will be lost forever.
the fishing village in polporro and the rain soaked streets. seeing simon walk home lit by street lights in the rain from our little room at the house on props.
the walk around chester on the ancient roman wall. you can feel the history under your hands. chester was built by a woman.
the lake district, filled with magic and secrets. our b and b with pink satin coverlets and walls - a whores boudoir in the middle of nature!
bens most excellent house. the curtains in the kitchen with peacocks and griffins(i think!). the conversations in pubs , simons friends clustering around him and good conversations. seeing veronica guerin - important film and the best one i have seen all summer. making love with my husband and seeing him at the turnstile as i left for home and he set off for portsmouth. missing him and a tug at my heart, but knowing he is having a great time, a memorable time..
then there was edinburgh with ben and michelle and questionable art, but what a city.
driving with simon and discussing everything, absolutely everything. we never tire of this, oddly enough and when silence happens its natural and easy.

now, the inevitable jet lag. got to get back on west coast time with a new job on monday.

subtle differences, but importantones in how the english speak - i treasure these when i hear my husband talk..so many different dialects...
its hot here, but hotter in the lake district.
never forget our walk in the rain to the tarn.