amicus
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I had a stir fry of vegetables from my garden, a very good garden this year, with Crook Neck Yellow Squash and Walla Walla Sweet Onions, and Cherry Tomato's, and a Garlic Clove, thin sliced potato's, and shaved corn on the cob, all fresh picked, marinated in lemon juice and Italian dressing, and a package of frozen baby shrimp.
I finished the meal, tidied, checked the news, watched a Little League World Series game while browsing old writings stored on floppy disks from a defunct computer, remembering old unfinished stories.
Not that it matters, but I am alone; I have always been alone, that is a good thing for me, even when I am with others...I am alone.
I found a partial story, one I want to continue, one that someone else contributed to and it reminded me of the young poet and story writer I had met when she was just eleven years old, a home schooled, bi-polar child, lonely like me; we got to know each other over the years and shared, from a distance, our lives.
She had suggested a character for my book; I included it, revised somewhat and I smiled at the memory of her. She is now in college and flirting with romance for the first time in her life.
Then suddenly, for the first time in a month or so, she was online and saying, "Heh, 'allo amicus', as she always does.
I knew she needed to talk...so I listened, as I usually do, just prompting her from time to time.
She's a kid with a 170 IQ, and ADHD, we got over all that years ago...she is also a flaming Liberal, I'm working on that.
She takes a while typing...never asked if she is just thinking or doing her nails, dunno...so I ran the channels and saw "ABBA, The Movie" and clicked it on and let it play.
I tried to recall what song it was that ABBA keyed whenever I saw or heard the name. It took a while, as she told me about a new romance and a Hot Air Balloon Flight she had just taken and the stress of a 'full load' at the Art Institute, and a visit from her mother.
A gal from Scotland chimed in, she is also an artist, photography, loves African Safari's, a recovering addict, in treatment and struggling...just wanted to say hello and that she was still surviving. I learned not to mention that I was talking to others online simultaneously, the ladies get all hissified if I do.
Back and forth between conversations and the live performances on stage in Australia with ABBA, and the behind the scenes events of the group and their music. They are a Swedish Group, three girls and a guy, if you didn't know, but I suspect most of you do.
Then a Canadian friend popped up, a forty year old gal, with two kids, a magnificent poet, IQ 176, another flaming liberal, she thanked me for my comment on her latest post on a poetry site then went away. She writes very complicated, obtuse metaphorical poetry and knows that I know what she is really saying and hates me for it...but keeps coming back...go figure...
Then the song I was trying to remember came on in a live performance...can you guess what it was...I will give you a span of time...
There...
"I would do it all again, my Friend, for you, my Friend, Fernando... Fernando, still runs shivers up and down my spine.
Well...my friends departed, the young gal in Colorado, there is a two hour time differential, said all she needed to say and said goodnight. ABBA performed, "Dancing Queen, Seventeen", which I remembered...and except for the sound of the rain outside and the music...I was alone...again.
As I watched the rest of the documentary film of ABBA, the thousands of fans, the hundreds of times they perform those songs, over and over again on stages all over the world, I once again felt admiration for these and many other artists and musicians that entertain.
Any fans of ABBA out there? Anyone who attended a live performance? Share it with me?
Amicus....
I finished the meal, tidied, checked the news, watched a Little League World Series game while browsing old writings stored on floppy disks from a defunct computer, remembering old unfinished stories.
Not that it matters, but I am alone; I have always been alone, that is a good thing for me, even when I am with others...I am alone.
I found a partial story, one I want to continue, one that someone else contributed to and it reminded me of the young poet and story writer I had met when she was just eleven years old, a home schooled, bi-polar child, lonely like me; we got to know each other over the years and shared, from a distance, our lives.
She had suggested a character for my book; I included it, revised somewhat and I smiled at the memory of her. She is now in college and flirting with romance for the first time in her life.
Then suddenly, for the first time in a month or so, she was online and saying, "Heh, 'allo amicus', as she always does.
I knew she needed to talk...so I listened, as I usually do, just prompting her from time to time.
She's a kid with a 170 IQ, and ADHD, we got over all that years ago...she is also a flaming Liberal, I'm working on that.
She takes a while typing...never asked if she is just thinking or doing her nails, dunno...so I ran the channels and saw "ABBA, The Movie" and clicked it on and let it play.
I tried to recall what song it was that ABBA keyed whenever I saw or heard the name. It took a while, as she told me about a new romance and a Hot Air Balloon Flight she had just taken and the stress of a 'full load' at the Art Institute, and a visit from her mother.
A gal from Scotland chimed in, she is also an artist, photography, loves African Safari's, a recovering addict, in treatment and struggling...just wanted to say hello and that she was still surviving. I learned not to mention that I was talking to others online simultaneously, the ladies get all hissified if I do.
Back and forth between conversations and the live performances on stage in Australia with ABBA, and the behind the scenes events of the group and their music. They are a Swedish Group, three girls and a guy, if you didn't know, but I suspect most of you do.
Then a Canadian friend popped up, a forty year old gal, with two kids, a magnificent poet, IQ 176, another flaming liberal, she thanked me for my comment on her latest post on a poetry site then went away. She writes very complicated, obtuse metaphorical poetry and knows that I know what she is really saying and hates me for it...but keeps coming back...go figure...
Then the song I was trying to remember came on in a live performance...can you guess what it was...I will give you a span of time...
There...
"I would do it all again, my Friend, for you, my Friend, Fernando... Fernando, still runs shivers up and down my spine.
Well...my friends departed, the young gal in Colorado, there is a two hour time differential, said all she needed to say and said goodnight. ABBA performed, "Dancing Queen, Seventeen", which I remembered...and except for the sound of the rain outside and the music...I was alone...again.
As I watched the rest of the documentary film of ABBA, the thousands of fans, the hundreds of times they perform those songs, over and over again on stages all over the world, I once again felt admiration for these and many other artists and musicians that entertain.
Any fans of ABBA out there? Anyone who attended a live performance? Share it with me?
Amicus....
Big doofs, i just went around playing it and bragging my brothers gave it to me
