The Book of Ashes

Visiting Somes Island with Mum. Insecurity of the beetle bee. 10:32AM

I awoke to the perfect day, cloudless in all its glory, it spoke to me of things that were meant to be. Me and Mum were meant to go to Somes Island on this day.

Gerry had to leave for work early so I walked as far as physio with Fi. At physio we found that my arms were becoming more flexable, although this is good, I don't think its helping a lot. Its more the relaxedness of the arms which counts and I think I'm a tense person. Not in personality but in body maybe. So after this I went and brought a square meter of chicken wire ($3.50) which I'll let you know what for later. Then met up with Mum and we went out to Somes Island.

As I said before, it was the perfect day for it. It began with virtually no wind and not a cloud in the sky. We wondered round the island lesisurely, looking at stuff and talking. I told mum about the Blobby lighthouse. She thought it was quite funny but I forgot to show her the newspaper article when we got home later. The island was nice and peaceful but I found its interest only lasted an hour or two after that there wasn't much else to do. While talking to mum though she brought up the fact that she wasn't very flexable and proceeded to demonstrate how she couldn't even touch her toes. She went on to say that her fat friend could just reach down and do it easily so it was nothing to do with being over weight. I cracked up laughing. I told her how I had inherited the inflexible genes also and had been stretching twice each day for the last week. When I bent to touch my toes to show how much I had improved it was mum's turn to laugh at me. ""Thats not very close at all Ashley"" she said. We discussed how being infexible like this doesn't affect us in any way except when we try to touch our toes or maybe sit cross legged. Other than that you don't need to be too flexible in life.

So after that we came home and mum borrowed my computer for a while (she calls it super fast, my P133 with 48MB of RAM, because she has a 486 at home with 16MB of RAM, owch!). Then mum went for a bike ride and I bathed in the sun and read my book. I think I'm a little burnt from today. This is going to be my first year where I actually get a tan, no longer will people call me white boy and ask me to act as reflectors for their solar powered panels. Ok pretty sad joke.

Insecurity of the beetle bee

Blue waves of radiated fear buffet the body in a malestrom of emotion. Nine thoughts struggle to solve the issue as mandarines cry orange tears of longing on the porch couch. It is not known how heavy each colour of the rainbow is, nor its relative discomfort at travelling through a tear shaped raindrop but we can assert without regret that blue is the fastest colour that we can see. If a colour travelled any faster then it would be too fast for our yellow eyes. Do you actually know what colour mine eyes are or do you not know me at all