Thursday am

  

   Just about to start gettin the kids up..Ive been up since 05:10...now 06:30..
     jump in the bath...so..off soon to verious schools in East Renfrewshire...First to
      Williamwood to drop Bronweyn, then to Giffnock primary to drop off Dan...
         some shopping/washing(clothes) and then nothing special to do til I
            collect the kids later on they are all off tommorow so there's no early call in the morning...

even' song

In the mackerelled deep blue moon ladenned sky the night slips into day..
  Spoke to Gill this evening on this the occasion of her daughters running (and finishing) the London marathon...Beatrice Hendry,( who's brilliant first RSC exhibition opened on Friday ) exhausted but happy ran the twenty six miles with the heart breaking logo (in memory of my daddy) on the back of her t shirt....Gills her mum and Barry was her dad and my friend and the drummer in our band(sweet blindness).... in the old church on the day of his funeral to most of those three hundred people who packed together on that emotionally charged day their best friend had died....

early morning taking a break eye's stinging very tired...
  lots of driving weather overcaste but (at the moment) dry....
    Saturday evening and the young population's out on the town...
      another twenty minutes of the break left.then back into the van..

when an old cricketer leaves the crease...

tired emotional expectant...

  the penultimate day of my working week and then off...thank the lord...for a week

     watching the genius of Roy Harper..on various mediums and at various stages of his life 

        the poet and performer...

      man and his music ringing clear and precise

     shuddering the hills 

unstill after all this time....
  and my old friend Gary...whose Roy Harper albums stressed his Englishness alongside his deep devotion to the Grateful Dead... my old pal Gary wherever and whatever he be, if at all...whose rejection of crass pretension was heroic and whose guitar technique I could never emulate...may he ever linger on the edge of the green...

the return of the car...

Its a beautiful spring day here, probably the first consistent (high)double figure warmth of this year..and my cars back...haven't had the use of it for nearly three months...working shifts(mostly back-shift 1600/2400) and nights(2400/0900) has made it really difficult, having said that using public transport(with my over 60's bus pass) has been a great experience... my colleagues(have mostly but not all!) been so helpful...thanks..also the little matter of seeing my kids...my child care arrangements are predicated on me having my own transport..the down side is having to pay for all that's happened....(more later) so its off to work in just under an hour...sqts(smiles quietly to self)....

awake briefly after again, a brief sleep, working tonight(1900/0500
 a bagel/cheese and drink..
   this post amd soon back to sleep's champion facet(apart from dreams) oblivion

live on an ex council estate(project) that received E.U. funding to upgrade the housing stock, now its a "Housing Association"...was fairly rough and ready drink drugs all the malaise of transitional urban life...
  now a lot calmer and my home for ten years..

before the journey the anticipation...

As of this dreer damp soft grey chill morning..
   the world in all its sharp obscurity
      breaks into my quiet mundane existence
        illuminating teasing threatening tending to...
          to pull and push raise and squash the tiny rhimed spark
             of creativity in every second of every century in each mote of dust
                in my atticed cells dancing arc through time...