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Green and Black's, ironing the shirt and the creamy white
1. Green and Black's Organic Milk Chocolate can sometimes be the only thing standing between the desire to end it all and happiness. I'm not a chocofreak or anything, if anything almost the reverse and it's hard to describe what makes a perfect G&B moment. For me it does have to do with emotional challenge. Most of my days are filled with those, but a chocolate moment is other, words might not adequately describe it. I'm pretty stupid. I constantly fall in love, not stupid pink heart stuff, just waves of deconstructed crumbs and hormones. Today was a lightweight day, but like driving on the motorway past a pile up I tried to keep my eyes to the front. Somehow this evening there was a G&B moment after a series of little encounters. Big Red said "true" one time too convincingly.... I thought about Lil Phil, who I miss, who loves this stuff. There were two squares left and some crumbs...quite enough to enjoy and not enough to satisfy.
2. Ironing the "Pulling Shirt" has brought on a little melancholy. I washed it after the wedding. I could smell him when I first wore it. I slept in it, and washed it again. I had to be brave and iron it properly so that I can give it back. Iron set on steam, I started with tears and reluctance and gratitude. It's flowersome just like Mr M and it's time to return it. I chatted briefly with him this evening and I could imagine his happy smile and the expression he has when he's just beyond control. That really is sparkly and beautiful.
3. The Yucca which came to us a bit of manky root from a skip has grown well and now its flowered. I'm pretty pleased especially since I don't much care for the plant. It seemed like a good lesson to have respect for even the most challenging material manifestation. The leaves are spiky and vicious, unfriendly even though handsome, green and luscious. The flowers are creamy white, thin and perfect and you almost want to cup them in the palm of your hand and smell the delicate scent. But you resist because you know you could get hurt. Snow Patrol playing on the iDock "Don't think just do..."
2. Ironing the "Pulling Shirt" has brought on a little melancholy. I washed it after the wedding. I could smell him when I first wore it. I slept in it, and washed it again. I had to be brave and iron it properly so that I can give it back. Iron set on steam, I started with tears and reluctance and gratitude. It's flowersome just like Mr M and it's time to return it. I chatted briefly with him this evening and I could imagine his happy smile and the expression he has when he's just beyond control. That really is sparkly and beautiful.
3. The Yucca which came to us a bit of manky root from a skip has grown well and now its flowered. I'm pretty pleased especially since I don't much care for the plant. It seemed like a good lesson to have respect for even the most challenging material manifestation. The leaves are spiky and vicious, unfriendly even though handsome, green and luscious. The flowers are creamy white, thin and perfect and you almost want to cup them in the palm of your hand and smell the delicate scent. But you resist because you know you could get hurt. Snow Patrol playing on the iDock "Don't think just do..."
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