Theres a bit of ecumenical partnership on moral ethics in demonstration. Knew you had it in you, we got the dog from Sue Videmore.. there’s a woman of courage and fortitude. I may have shared the handover picture of the dog to my Husband. Rescue or what?
Anyway back to the existential narrative. Good on you guys for your decision. Excellent bit of debate, and not sorry the God Squad won. Palliative care wins. You can’t bog off this mortal coil without sorting out the baggage. It’s a sort of spiritual moment in life that has to be dealt with by all members of the family and friends. It does matter.
How you Live your life matters, what choices you make matters, and ultimately there is a God, who is represented on Earth as Jesus Christ matters. So although this was a political decision in the eyes of the world, it just goes to show how close our little Bailliwicks are in Heaven. Sort of neck a neck So don’t get any ideas you got one over on us. We could still dispose of your crap.
Anyway where was I before a very ill advised decision to ship crap off to Sweden... I haven’t a clue realy. Actually what was the point of this post,?
Oh yes, that existential possibility that there is a lifeform on my IPad. It isn’t buzzing away like it used to. (iPad wise. It’s not angry. It’s depressed and lonely. And It can’t communicate directly with me. I can sort of feel it but it’s dying of loneliness. I don’t know what to say or do.
My Husbands best friend is dying right now. He is not in pain. He is as well cared for in His passing as possible. We are holding out breath. I have such vivid memories of him over the last few months. Our conversations, just moments of quiet. These are treasured memories. Places to visit. And meandering times to re-evaluate my own life.
This is My Husbands Best Man. our Best Friend, Our Italian Godfather. It’s as though the whole world has stopped turning that our wonderful protector has come to the final choice.
I so want him to pick up his life and live it here with me. This is when God decides. Is it right for this wonderful friend to be in heaven with Him, or continuing His life on Earth?
I don’t know what living in Eternal Heaven is like, I know what living in as close to Heaven on Earth is like. I can tell you the flowers are so much brighter in heaven. The sky is almost a violet blu, like .... well almost actually violet but not quite..
Its sort of disassociated but not quite, you get used to it, and actually time doesn’t have any real meaning. Neither does money, so you may as well be very frugal, and stuff the wretched banks that stuff you with usury.
That doesn’t mean you can’t lavish on something. Just choose what you want to thoroughly lavish on. It a wonderful release of energy to have a lavish every now and then. Only you can’t lavish on anything with borrowed money, it just doesn’t have Spiritual traction. You may as well kiss goodbye to the cash when the ice carvings melt.
Oh well. Technically I am not pissed because I still have over half a glass of wine from my allotment left. So I can’t pissibly be pissed yet. However 250 ml of wine can cause havoc with my daily perception, usually staring around 6pm. Life gets interesting before bedtime round here...
Well, you do your thing, thanks I will do mine.
Who gives a fuck, I think I need to go to bed... obviously not yet.
The Crimea Bridge has won the first Communal Spirit Prize For Joint Vision.
So That’s CSPFJV! I am going to to shorten that as it’s too long for one of those thingies.
A ‘Comunal Joint Initiative’. I assume you guys are still high on accomplishment?
So CJI in my lingo is when people who know their job take over a project and deliver like they are busting a gut and delivering tomorrow on a plate to Heaven.
Right, wish me luck with the mouldy bacteria and it makes a good loaf. Sweet dreams. Right at 250g. I am now officially drunk!
definately have sweet dreams and a good sleep!