Fountain Pens, Mice and Touch Pads
The speed and pace of life was almost too much. The amount of people and the advice and the stuff to do ,was overwhelming. Julian Fairfax Mayhem fell on her age and used her hormonal changes and menopause to excuse herself from it all, including diet and exercise.
Mary Leunig had a cartoon that expressed it. A door, the planet earth with a huge hand and finger, knocking on the door. A mat that said, "Go Away." Julian resolved to show Hermione who she had tried to explain how it felt........after many moons. Hermione had just put it down to too much alcohol and had expressed a deep regret to Count Dracula. "Oh, I am so, so sorry that she and I drank so much champagne together. I feel so responsible. It was terrible of me." Julian hadn't been impressed.
"It's like, it's like, I just want to be alone." Julian had said, knowing how much she sounded like Marlene Deitrich, and didn't really expect Hermione to understand. Hermione had exercise and musculature on her side......
....Julian stopped writing. She couldn't do it. It wasn't kind and that was an underhanded thing to do with words. Nevertheless, it wasn't good to hold it in and she had to try to break through.
When she spoke to her good and close and caring freind, Horse Ratfink, Horse had replied, "well, you left yourself wide open to that one," and they had both laughed because it was true.
Hermione's reply to Julian wanting to be alone had been, "Well, what are you going to do then."
She was referring to the coming journey across Australia. Hermione was moving to Perth, and Julian was driving across with her. People were referring to it as the 'Thelma and Lousie' trip.
Julian wondered which one of them would get Brad Pitt. Who would rob the bank? Who would drive crazily towards the cliffs and keep going? She hoped it would as dramatic as the Nullabor Cliffs. They were a priority to the Albany Natural Bridge, but either, or.
Malaya asked if Julian was ready. Julian had said she had plenty of time. They left in a week.
"I'm taking the small chopping board, the good knives and the citrus squeezer."
"You've got your priorities right then. How long will it take you to pack?"
"A day."
Malaya laughed. She was someone who knew how to dispense with the encumberances of life. It came in, it went out. She was not a sentimental girl. She told of the time that she was leaving an Asian country and had, literally, 4 towels, 4 forks, 4 spoons, 4 knives and pegs. She packed them carefully to send home because they were all that they had. On arriving back in the lucky country, she realised that she didn't need them because she had many towels, forks, spoons, knives and pegs, she couldn't believe that she had bothered with the pegs! Juian had been sorry that she hadn't explained that almost every towel, fork, spoon, knife, glass, book, chair, bowl, plate, chopping board............felt like that to her. It was more than her gypsy blood. It was also to do with the changes that came unexpectedly through her childhood when she wasn't ready for them. The empty promises and the discarded treasures that she had been shown.
She was trying to hold on to the wind, and losing.
Mary Leunig had a cartoon that expressed it. A door, the planet earth with a huge hand and finger, knocking on the door. A mat that said, "Go Away." Julian resolved to show Hermione who she had tried to explain how it felt........after many moons. Hermione had just put it down to too much alcohol and had expressed a deep regret to Count Dracula. "Oh, I am so, so sorry that she and I drank so much champagne together. I feel so responsible. It was terrible of me." Julian hadn't been impressed.
"It's like, it's like, I just want to be alone." Julian had said, knowing how much she sounded like Marlene Deitrich, and didn't really expect Hermione to understand. Hermione had exercise and musculature on her side......
....Julian stopped writing. She couldn't do it. It wasn't kind and that was an underhanded thing to do with words. Nevertheless, it wasn't good to hold it in and she had to try to break through.
When she spoke to her good and close and caring freind, Horse Ratfink, Horse had replied, "well, you left yourself wide open to that one," and they had both laughed because it was true.
Hermione's reply to Julian wanting to be alone had been, "Well, what are you going to do then."
She was referring to the coming journey across Australia. Hermione was moving to Perth, and Julian was driving across with her. People were referring to it as the 'Thelma and Lousie' trip.
Julian wondered which one of them would get Brad Pitt. Who would rob the bank? Who would drive crazily towards the cliffs and keep going? She hoped it would as dramatic as the Nullabor Cliffs. They were a priority to the Albany Natural Bridge, but either, or.
Malaya asked if Julian was ready. Julian had said she had plenty of time. They left in a week.
"I'm taking the small chopping board, the good knives and the citrus squeezer."
"You've got your priorities right then. How long will it take you to pack?"
"A day."
Malaya laughed. She was someone who knew how to dispense with the encumberances of life. It came in, it went out. She was not a sentimental girl. She told of the time that she was leaving an Asian country and had, literally, 4 towels, 4 forks, 4 spoons, 4 knives and pegs. She packed them carefully to send home because they were all that they had. On arriving back in the lucky country, she realised that she didn't need them because she had many towels, forks, spoons, knives and pegs, she couldn't believe that she had bothered with the pegs! Juian had been sorry that she hadn't explained that almost every towel, fork, spoon, knife, glass, book, chair, bowl, plate, chopping board............felt like that to her. It was more than her gypsy blood. It was also to do with the changes that came unexpectedly through her childhood when she wasn't ready for them. The empty promises and the discarded treasures that she had been shown.
She was trying to hold on to the wind, and losing.
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