21.11.2006
... why Mexican's revere their Saints so much!
How many emails have I dutifully composed, giving due attention to your news & answering your questions, only to have them disappear into a black hole? I dunno..I've lost count!
My fuse is running dangerously short; no longer am I prepared to sit & try to recompose what I've just spent an hour writing. So, if you don't get a quick response from me, this is probably the reason. It now takes me a bit of time to calm down & face the email again.
It truly requires a saintly nature to cope with the day-to-day frustrations..& I'm not sure I'm equal to the task.
Yes I am..it's just that some days are particularly irritating. By no means 'saintly', I generally do have a reasonably patient nature, unless pushed too far & beyond reason.
(sigh) A trying time about to start here again. The phone bill is due to be paid in the next couple of days, & I'm seriously out of pocket having supported Dom the Canadian flatmate boy & an endless stream of free-loaders. I'm looking down the barrel of no phone, no internet, no gas, & no electricity. I may have to confiscate Dom's guitar & the endless array of shoes he's dumped about the apartment & sell them to defray expenses!
Honestly, any male allowed to live past year 11, year 16, year 23, & year 30 should seriously consider himself lucky. Actually, about now, my allegiance is with the female praying mantis! Scratch that..I'm all for the male cats who kill & eat their own off-spring!
I'm frantically trying to off-load all my photos & the 'Siberian Adventure' from my lappy & onto my own website. Not too successfully at this stage, but I'll keep trying.
Who knows..if I succeed I may end up with a bucket load of money from 'blogging'.
Anyhoo, that's me for now. Not the up-est message I've ever sent, but at least you know I'm alive & kicking. Actually I'm kicking the fridge cos the bloody thing keeps dying on me. At the moment my new neighbourhood dog is eating better than me..he gets the meat that keeps going off cos the fridge goes off! Bless though..he follows me where-ever I go, & most of the locals are afraid of him. They stop their cars, bikes, & Nikes to watch my pooch turn to putty when I step outdoors.
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