The nature of today depends entirely on the direction in which I look. In one direction, we're off to Kilworth House tomorrow for three days of wedding joy with Wendy and her wife-to-be, Maria. Sooo looking forward to that, they're a fab couple.
Then, looking up to Ma's place, there's greyness and rain and the perpetual March of the Asshats - insurance companies, mainly. Plus her freezer, which is relatively new (as in this year), died in the night, meaning another miniature flood and a bunch of spoiled food. She's still waiting for the freezer company to come back to her.
Greyness and grimness continues if I turn to look at another pal, who's really going through some stuff at the moment.
Then looking back at my own life, I'm probably out of control at this precise moment, but am determined to regain focus when we return from the wedding.
Wherever we look of course, there are always stories - dramas, comedies, tragedies and more usually lives, which are at least a little of all three and more. It's just rare in one day to see different directional facets in just turning one's head a couple of degrees. BUT - tomorrow, nothing else matters for three days but Wendy and Maria. The flatline beep you hear is the Disappearing Man...Disappearing. Please leave your name and trauma after the beep, and I'll return your call come Friday.
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