String-Lit Rooftop – 23rd June 2023

It was perfect lighting for wine
The rooftop caught the breeze
Sharing anecdotes and views
Above the tops of the trees
The night air tasting so sweet
A joyful company of cats
A world down there goes on by
Dreaming of ways to relax
The love of careless dreams
Engrossing ideas softly debated
A world comes together up here
And the future becomes fated

inspired by part of this post at the Spinning Visions blog


Today I’m feeling:

Tired despite getting more than 7 hours of sleep for the first time this week. When I got home I had a thirst for beer so stuck some in the fridge whilst I dashed out to get a salted fish for dinner. I was soon sat eating the chilli-drenched fish and downed two still-warm beers in the process. The satisfaction in my tummy triggered my exhaustion synapses and I started shutting down. I fed the cats and sent a good night message to Amy, who was out dancing around Sydney, and was in bed before it was dark. 

Today I’m grateful for:

The fish seller who had fish already cooked at 4.30 pm so I was able to grab dinner without having to wait. Along with a big bag of lettuce, some noodles and the rocket hot chilli it was a shot of protein that I needed.

The best thing about today was:

My dinner with beer. And not because I was getting drunk but just because it is unusual for me these days to even feel like having a beer and whereas I used to be able to keep drinking into the evening, now I feel satisfied (or sleepy) after just two.

What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?

I went to sleep without having written here or doing my Thai practice with my apps where I will lose my daily streaks. But I needed to catch up and won’t beat myself up over it.

Something I learned today?

Some days I need a break.

I took this picture because I was once again reminded that around this school of 3000 students are the remnants of the farming life of the locals. At some point in the next twenty years, there may not be anywhere for this herd to be. The picture is the tail end of a herd of about 40 goats that just ambled through the crossroads at the school with the farmer riding a rusty old bike cracking a stick on the road.