THE LAUGH THAT KEEPS US COMIN BACK FOR MORE....
Sitting here by the PC writing at 3.45am in the quiet. My ears thick with the cricket chorus. I've run a befokte marathon and come home all but last man in. *chuckles... Before Bali moved in next door 8 years ago, I would have continued to despise my slowness and lack of logic and commonsense. Since he has totally reconstructed my attitude however, I am merely amused at how long its taken me to get to this point.
A huge and positive paradigm shift caused by a person deliberately installed right next door with the sole purpose of a) getting us to move out of Sherwood and b) making my life miserable.
Bali/Captain Courageous and his Masters had of course, no way of predicting this outcome...
The ironies of life haha..... Unstable, dysfunctional, abrasive and intense (pretty much the toad-in-the-street heh), and often a hair's breadth from falling totally into the abyss. I have staggered back from every trick and nastiness put in my path.
My Level 23? kevlar certainly bears some large dents, but for the most part I have Bali to thank for showing me the humour even in the most devastating of situations.
My single-minded persistence has bought me lorry-loads of contempt and derision and yet, the more I am dumped on, the stronger I become...go figure...
Tis not so much 'the saga of self-absorption' in my blog title, as the realisation of surprising inner strength. *curtseys gratefully to the Courageous Captain and his huge team of cowardly groupies...
The knowledge that my new-found confidence could be shattered at any moment does not worry me at all. I have found the ability to step outside of myself and judge with interest rather than self-loathing as I career from cliff edge to cliff edge... *laughing....
Later: If I had any small inclination towards being an nyanga, I am fully aware that I now have powerful muti in the form of the picture of the Head GateKeeper. This evening, I turned at the top to see another large item has been deliberately dumped through the convent gate into the valley. Sister S said she is powerless to even intimate that the dumping is being done by the Convent employees, for fear of repurcussions.
One wonders whether a drive over to show Sipho my photo and to mention the word thagathi (sp?) would have good results? It just might persuade him to have a word with his co-workers about the dumping..... *smiles...
PS: Only 1/2 the chime of my doorbell just sounded now at 5.15pm indicating clearly that the Captain or his Missus are nearby heh.... Though I certainly don't need proof of his continued control, tis always a small added bonus.
and finally, my spelling has taken a serious nose-dive.... not something I am particularly concerned about....
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Sunday 18th February 2007 at 5.54pm
