Posts tagged with “Quaker” and “kindness”
Categories of Engagement
It is not too often the personal intrudes on this blog (I hope!) But today I would like to indulge myself a little. Anyone who has been here before will perhaps notice that there are a couple of new categories creeping in here.
One is cycling - and the tandem features (Now enhanced with lights and super bell and ready to roll!).
The other is marriage - and this is because I am now engaged to be wed, I have plighted my troth! It will be a long engagement, but if any matters come up which I think I can talk about here (or even if I read anything which seems connected) then I may post to this category.
On which subject my fiancee thinks this blog would reach a much wider audience and I can see what she means (though am uncertain I really want the world and it's brother to be reading this - my hosting could not cope for a start!). BUT I have decided to see if I can register the domain "eclectic.me" as a possible alternative.
UNLESS anyone has any better ideas for the name of this blog? AND YES; I do realise the heading banner and design would be due for a complete overhaul as a result, then again I am quite keen to improve the site's accessibility and so should not mind this.
A post should be forthcomng to review the book "Chicago" soon and not sure what will follow from that, perhaps a thrilling account of the first tandem tour involving panniers and distance!
05:54 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: Annie, Quaker, singing, love, kindness, children, rice, accessibility, family, bicycle, cycling, partnership, choral, tandem
Ode to a burglary
Come on you burglers
Come and have a go
Take every thing I own
I'm a Quaker so
that's OK....
The riches of my spirit
far outweigh your karma
if you want to hurt me
You'll have to try harder
Come on all you burglars
You got my daughter's DS
now you really shouldn't
Mess with my princess
Come on all you burglars
show me your face somehow
I may be a Quaker
But I could kill you now
All the stuff you have is tainted
You can have it all
But frightening my daughter
You really didn't oughta
That made it personal
that made me care
Makes me see your life as worthless
But I can't go there
We'll get our home back
we have our love
You have some stuff
and when you go above
You're going to fucking pay for this in ways you never could imagine you fucking bastard.
Sorry I'm a Quaker
What I meant to say
was God bless and I feel sorry for you
and listen to a voice inside next time
Just LEAVE THE DS, OK?!
06:48 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: autobiography, unemployment, parenting, Quaker, poem, kindness