summer is my favorite season. never been a fan of the autumn/winter collection and definitely not one to say no to longer days and shorter nights, the breeze is just ideal for my not-so friendly mien these days. despite having a jungle in our backyard ( i should be trimming grass rather than writing this blog), summer is an ethereal state that never lasts.i was still in an ethereal state when i dropped out of consciousness. my foreboding idea of anaesthetics had not been enhanced by one reminder in the daily brush with reality. halting, questioning, ambivalent, was it bad idea to witness the clinical proceedings? teetering from pitch darkness to tangibility, the recovery room unveiled smiley faces. after the fact, i was merely a patient being pushed in the trolley, energized, relieved, bouyant. recuperating and still inclined in the wheeled bed, it was a nurse who supplied the edifying truths. if only seeking answers from the doctors would reveal similar truths.
almost halfway through the pages, jane eyre has been my solace from my maudlin theme. i wasn't that enamored with wuthering heights. the strength of jane eyre -- the character, is as alluring as the actress who played charlotte bronte in devotion, olivia de havilland. a fast reader in my youth, i've now succumbed to the slow reader syndrome. it's old age. or there are more distractions in this day and age -- the web, to hundreds of channels on television, the mini golf game in my phone, work stuff, studying music lyrics. pablo honey is somewhere out there (jane eyre photo--wikipedia.org).
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