March 17th, 2010


One day at a time

It's a very slow process, but I'm starting to feel better. Blessed normality and finding more distractions is definitely doing me good. Last night Richard and I went to dinner with the neighbours who have come to us for dinner a few times.

Shirley did a lovely chicken dinner served with a lovely white wine. Richard and I provided dessert. It was Shirley's birthday recently, so he baked her a banana cake deluxe. This had walnuts, cherries and dried fruit in it. Very nice. I made a trifle from scratch. Sort of. I got some jelly from the shop and poured boiling water over it. I added dried sponge fingers and left it to set. Later, I made some custard and poured that over the set jelly. Then I whipped some cream up and added Butterscotch Angel Delight, then topped the lot with sugar strands. The custard was a bit runny, but man, it tasted good! Richard also made an apple pie.

Three dessert items in one night! Such debauchery! Guilty as charged. *Raises hand* I was so stuffed afterwards I had to kick back on the sofa for a while. Richard showed them our holiday photos from the Irish holiday. Good times!

There's still some stuff rumbling away in the background, but as I've always said, anyone who wants to find the truth has only got to look, but they must do so by themselves without any "guidance" from others - not even me. That's HOW to make your own mind up. Otherwise, you'll come to a conclusion that is not your own.

Just sayin'.
Caught off Camera


Still not the searchlight voice of the enquiring mind
Give it aid and comfort. It is not the enemy
Though it tears down walls - revealing who knows what?
A percussion of skeletons to rattle and remind us of our faults.
The truth points to itself with a ghostly hand
Howling in the sounds of souls who might have seen better days
But never lived them.

Truth stands sentinel beside the voice of reason
Steadfast and sure despite the best efforts of the chattering classes
Who veil reality with sophistry and emotive turns of phrase.
Riled up, unthinking people react to what they feel - turn truth aside and ride
A rollercoaster running on imaginary threats.
Excitement hides the knowledge they pretend to seek
Beneath feigned belief.

Beauty is not truth. Manufactured or presented as a matter of opinion
Beauty is only ever in the eye of the beholder.
Truth is just there. At times, it frays the fabric of the ties that bind
When beauty matters more than truth. They cannot coexist in peace
One tears at the other, marring and distorting the perceptions of those
Whose views are skewed to favour peace at any price. But truth is always
Worth the sacrifice.

What next, if truth is all we have, and nothing more?
But truth is all there is. For God is truth - the Devil is in the details
Painting in colours we wish to perceive the beauties we want to believe.
War is Hell, but there is a way out: to suffer here and now the slings and arrows
Of the outraged in the hope of a better tomorrow.
The truth hurts. It always will, for truth is unyielding, unmoved and unmoving
Because it is.

- Copied to Writers Rendezvous.