Is it too early to have a beer at 10 in the AM…how early is too early? With everything pressing in my day completed by around 9AM, I have been spending quite a lot of the day indulging in listening to some loud music of days gone past…stuff that brings back the malleable miracle of memory that haunts us ( if we choose), or as in this case just serves to cycle up the good mood-a-tron which is located somewhere in my head.
Good moods are conducive to my thinking and probably explains why recently I have only been able to do book reviews and not look for inspiration in the wider world. All this thinking had me in mind of my struggles for non book related posts and how things change in general.
I remember once, going up to the roof of a church tower. It was a classic accent with a spiral stone staircase, the type where you have to keep to the outside or risk slipping all the way back down. At the time I was maybe 8 or 9 and it was an epic climb, going round and round the central column. it was the return journey though that I am thinking of. I had in my young and possibly sticky hands a balloon eraser that day. If memory serves it was blue with bits of green, red and yellow on, a classic eraser then. I don’t remember much more about it than that.
I dropped this eraser and couldn’t find it on the darkened stair, I knew roughly where it fell but all I was rewarded with was severely dusty hands for my hunting troubles. Now I am 32 and thinking back to it, I am struck by the image of this balloon, that ultimate symbol of human freedom to be blown about willy-nilly that is now consigned to the dark begrimed and forgotten confines of a seldom visited place. Read the rest of this entry »