Bobby, one of my two large beautiful goldfish and who was named after a brother I have never known, died friday. He had managed to hurl himself out of the fish tank and into the bin. I'm thinking it was an accident. He would often chase the floating thermometre around the tank, jumping and splashing at it...he maybe just got a bit too enthusiastic. Moo and I were quite sad about this. Too many deaths and losses recently.
The recently arrived goldfish known, up until today, as B.C. will now be named Bradley (after my step-father), to fulfill the criteria laid down by my odd sense of goldfish naming protocols. If you're interested the next names on the list are Bof and Bruno. But I hope not to need them for some time.
Saturday.
In an attempt to get some air and feel the ground beneath our feet, my sister, Moo and I went up to Fountains Abbey for a walk. Been loads of times before now but the dark drama of the site never ceases to amaze me. It is a quiet and beautiful place but there are echoes of the destructive forces of time everywhere. I've never thought of it as a peaceful place... its more of a bleak, slowly-but-surely-eroding-away-to-nothing kinda peace I suppose.
Moo seemed to think she'd had her photo taken on this particular spot before, I'm guessing she came up here with her mum sometime. Having checked, its not a photo that is in my collection. Heh, no matter. We explored the ruins and I took some photos (see flickr), its what I do by default these days.
Was good to get out today, my head and faceholes are still full of man-cold and the option was there to have a slobby day again but managed to talk (and bribe) Moo around to the idea of putting coats and wellies on.
Went back to my sister's in Summerbridge for dinner, where inevitably the conversaion turned to our other shared but estranged sibling who it seems has washed her hands of us entirely. No point or need to go into all that, not even sure why I mentioned it...just another frustration to add to the others at the moment I guess. I do think it a bit funny that I technically started out life with five brothers and sisters and now I actually only have one (and I aint about to lose that one). The others aren't dead, my family just misplaced them over the years...don't know three of them from the bloke/woman on the street, never have known them. Always knew 'of' them though.
Hmm...I find myself pondering what affect that has had on my personal relationships over the years... Probably nothing, but I do have a habit of thinking of good friends (and their associated offspring) as like family though...maybe blood isn't necessarily thicker than water afterall, maybe in today's world we can choose who our extended families are and who our actual families are not.
I dunno. Doesn't really matter does it. At the end of the day some people mean something important to us and other people just don't. Some people meant something important once, but now, they no longer do. Important thing is to make the most of what you've got whilst you've got it, because the universal truth is that all things run their course, change and inevitably end.
Time is the unstoppable erosion on all things both subject and object...just like the tourist attraction that is the ruins of what was once Fountains Abbey...
A friend popped by the other day for tea and asked me about the text on a doodle i'd done of Knaresborough Castle. The text was from a song...
It can be todays blog soundtrack as it is quite relevant on various levels...
Song; Free as a Bird
Artist: Beatles
Album: Anthology 1 (disc one)
2 comments:
I can really associate with the second to last paragraph.
Amen brother.
I can associate with extended family vibe. Like the anonic caller just back then said.. "Amen brother".
I cannot associate with your fish naming protocol, or nomenclature (A word I'm trying to vogue at the moment), Even though I'm sure I had something to do with it's initial conception.
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