Lowry’s Street Scene & The 100th Post

– Crossing the lines

Well, I’ve done it. It’s official – this is my 100^th post. And I’m gonna celebrate by ceasing from blogging…for a spell. The fact is, this blog was originally started as an elaborate alternative to a suicide note, or rather, a ‘message in a portal’ if by chance I was to die prematurely…that and the fact I needed a place to practice my spelling, punctuation and sentence structures. It’s not that I thought I would die per se. It’s just that it occurred to me – last October – that without family, children or husbands (ex or otherwise), if I were to die, no one would have known who I was, what I liked to eat, what made me smirk; sad; vexed; inspired. How would the kind strangers, teachers, carers, employers and friends who have embellished my life along the way, know that I knew their worth? It occurred to me, that once my estate was handed over to Barnardo's – the childrens' charity that saved me – as is set out in my will. There would be nothing left, nothing left of me, nothing left to accompany the published poems.

It’s not that I thought my life was interesting, special or noteworthy. It’s just that like many others, I have spent large swathes of my life being misunderstood. I suppose you could say: I am more afraid of being misunderstood than I am of death.

So I did what I do – I wrote. And a hundred posts later; here I am…still alive, with better grammar, a half-decent blog, and you.

I need to stop writing for a bit now. I have to maintain what I have made – my labels are a hot mess and I need to update my links 'n' shit. Boring stuff, but stuff that needs to be done proper – how I do’s it. There’s also stuff that needs to be done if others are to find me, like how you did.

So, while I take this short break (certainly no longer than a week) to do routine maintenance, I leave you with my favourite L.S. Lowry picture, Street Scene (above). A couple of years back, I contemplated buying this picture – went as far as getting a representative to call the dealer and negotiate a price. I love it you see. But, something inside said: Don’t look at life as you once knew it, live it as you once dreamt it. Besides, it was well-fucking expensive for what is fundamentally a fucking doodle.

Oh! And here are some darn good blogs I suggest you read in my absence:

Mccaffery

A Misplaced Boy

Not Worth Mentioning!

The Japing Ape

The Clean White Page

Eccentricity

 Holla…

- Cheyelle

Ps. Please don’t overfeed the fish.

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