Ned slips into reality for a squiz

My brother asked me tonight if I want to see Howard Jones in concert.

I said, ok, if he plays before the 17th when I leave……

Cate Blanchett as Richard II scared me into submission today, that and the 42-degree heat.

I never liked Howard Jones when I was little, I preferred Depeche Mode, they saw Tony Hadley a few months ago on the RSL circuit, I saw The Drones that night.

Cate on stage, in the flesh, the heat, my Dad needs a prostrate biopsy– I was vulnerable.

I will climb back on my hill and tell you what I see soon - life jumped in there for a teensy bit.

There are 24 more sleeps till Ned goes to Cairo – I will compose more stories in the Adventures of Young Indy as I sleep.

(btw – Ned is going to Petra soon, Ned is beside herself with expectation & excitement – Ned rides as good as Marcus)


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Ned adores Ned's brother, he hugged her tighter than he normally does tonight when he left. It scares her a little when he hugs her like that cause he has had weak moments in the past. Neds lot are Irish Catholic, they dont speak, just shout alot, final goodbyes sometimes are just a touch, that hard hug speaks more than words ever could.

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I saw sadness in the shape of an old lady today, she couldnt stay the 90 minutes in her chair between acts, but her heels, as she snuck out to go to the bathroom during the play where clickity clackity clumping, so shes tumbled to the rail on the 5th step and took them off so she could sneak to pee as quietly as her 70+ year bladder could.

Some people make you smile.

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