Hi,
No blog post today darlings.
Woke up in pain and it went downhill from there.
But, good news. Door open for a bit. Sat on my front steps even. On a thick fur blanket. Gotta thank Renae for it. Got in touch with mum. Another friend. Still gotta reply to one of her texts. I keep forgetting heaps today.
Anyway, It’s 3:30pm, and I’ve just done some writing and editing about memories I’ve had about being a teenager in a country town. Considered turning it into a ‘this is how my memories get written‘ blog post.
But no. It’s new. Raw. Another day. In a memoir. A short piece even.
I miss walking around. Like I did as a teen (before the school-kid attacks got too much to deal with). Wandering around, exploring.
Rollerblading when I could find smooth cement. Annoying the crap out of our neighbours – who were teachers just out of University.
Finding little hidey-holes to escape to. Claimed a garden shed at one rental. The previous house too, now I think back.
Finding some peace (fleeting anyway) in the bush.
I’m off to play the Sims. Get outta this world.
See ya,
K.
Musings of KarlettaA 