Neptune’s Yellow Sands

Hearing in Moncton of all places, the old Delta cause for stopping in at Alexander as the storm hits back home.  Nice pictures in the morning but the period spectre looms and paranoia ensues about the dreaded T and “conspirances” that cannot be properly addressed from here.  If alcohol not involved the hormones really are moving something fierce.  But we recall the lessons from the library books, keep the mama good or everyone is fucked.  This rollercoaster continues to be your life, hilariously with all the other shit to balance.  I would love to down both these bottles of wine, but save them for another time.  Really need to get the hours in and yet.   Actually, it is only 10:20.  Let’s drink one to loosen up while inputting time and watching garbage on TV.  Then have a last drink on the 31st and run out Feb with only the Scotch night otherwise. Another evening of madness to contend with, it really is as though the universe is getting even ...

Go back in time and how would you fix it, how would you avoid it?  Impossible, was always destined to end in this manner, you should be thrilled how you survived.  Had to go track her down at the kids’pool, the there’s and the rum and the rest.  The slipping and falling, the slurring and the placing the kids in jeopardy.   Not sure of the tack for tomorrow.  Spa and last day and all, but need a new plan.  This trip has been special in many ways but as a wake-up call most of all.   Fix it.

Nicely done in terms of Taboo.  Big Ben the answer.  Frustrating otherwise, poor from Shear, tradition may yet play.  But the Cove, and Jupiter, and the fire pit.  Glorious. Velvet, Who, Sad-Eyed, I like American Music…Time is a flat….  Horsey hair…. Good night.