Simple pleasures.

Here, a small town on the north-east side of lake Geneva (lac Leman) mid November. Exactly in the middle and minutes past midday.
The blue skies have just greyed across a little. Enough to feel a difference sitting on this terrace there is now a hint of snow in the breeze around my ears. My hands, badly fed by cold at best blood, are already losing colour as I type this on my iPhone 4. Incredible the leaps in technology and what we can access and do.

But before I take steps toward another tangent: slow as it is, typing this short anecdote in the hope that you find it anecdotal my lunch, a very nice lasagna simple and not as sweet as my own is rapidly cooling toward the temperature of my hands. I don’t care. I shouldn’t be eating it. It’s not good for me. “If you can’t grow it don eat it” arguments that we don’t need cooked food for real health. Yet it is good. It is very nice. The second glass of nice red wine, this time a Syrah, chosen by the patron at my request, warms my chilling ears. Sparrows without fear visit me for food. How can I not share? I spread bread over my table to tempt them to rest and they circle the invitation showing more trepidation than I thought.

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About JJBollOX

This is an update. The slight humour aka sarcasm will be lost on anyone who hasn't read this before the update. I am, still a British male. Still living but not in Switzerland. I intend to remain, living and male. When I wrote before I had "spent the better part of two months negotiating the change in my self identity. Unemployed and sharing home with a now ex-girlfriend. I've moved. Moved on. Maybe a year has passed by. Have I moved in an upward direction? Is upward the only way to go if we are to expand, broaden and grow? Realistically, the most dramatic (not exactly decisive) direction I have taken in the time was down. Down, down and deeper than down. I fell off of a mountain. My life got complicated yet simple. This in itself is a fair summary of my personality. I have posted the first words of blogs to be written which I would like to turn into a book. 'A normal life.' Let's see how well and how fruitfully I can express my frustrations, pain, healing process and the constant changes that are life.
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2 Responses to Simple pleasures.

  1. wartica says:

    You can’t go wrong with the simple pleasures in life ; without them,our lives would be a big ball of stress :-D)

    • JJBollOX says:

      thank you Wartica, really. My life could be truly described as a BIG ball of stress, about to roll over the edge of a bottomless void. With qualifying details this would be a reasonable descriptive summary. But: it’s time to enjoy the free fall? 🙂 Thank you very much for the effort of commenting 🙂

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