CONGRATULATIONS!!!

Hello team and may I say Well Done! This is the 100th post in this fabulous blog called "Stuff I Ponder". I feel very proud to have made it to this point, especially considering that I've done so in less than two years which means that, on average, I have somehow posted more than twice every week.

Given the enormous gaps I've had between some of these posts, I think that's pretty impressive. Plus, it means I must have an awful lot to say for myself :S

So, there's not really a lot I have to say on this post, I'm not pondering anything in particular, certainly. I guess it was just Happy Birthday. Maybe I'll put up some random quotes from the best of "Stuff". Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. So here we go. I'll put 2012 on this post and 213 and 2014 on the next post (post no. 101):

• you can just erect (laugh if you must) a "bitchin' yurt" - 1st April 2012
•  "Excuse me sir! In the Onesie! You look Excellent!" and my friend Adele yelling "Like a sexy baby grow!!" - 18th April 2012
• I have discovered the Tabernacle. It is like the mother of all tents; bigger than a yurt and without the yaks. - 18th April 2012
• (especially when I shouted "You sir, you look like a man who likes a cuddle!" at an Emo) - 18th April 2012
• Shove a Crout inside him (confusingly) (Emily) - 30th April 2012
• Hollow him out and use him as a canoe (Liz) - 30th April 2012
• My ponderances since I last write have been minimal, although my working-ness has been much - 17th June 2012
• I really am very, very sad. I thought to myself, as I cleaned my saxophone, wearing a shirt with a colourful message about Jesus after finishing playing music nobody had listened to and thinking about Scouts. Yes, I am about six walking stereotypes. - 17th June 2012
•  So basically, I have decided that I really don't want to be a Cub Leader! - 27th June 2012
• Team Saxophone, for those of you who don't know, is a group of seven "epic" people, who all play the saxophone in Concert Band (probably as a punishment for something bad they did in a former life...) - 17th July 2012
• Peter Hurrell should not, NOT be allowed to wear a mankini. Ever. - 27th July 2012
• Eventually, somewhere in the midst of the eighties, Jeff Lynne got bored and left, after writing a song about it (as you do). - 2nd August 2012
• Gabi and Markus, our German friends (from Germany, because they're just totally awesome like that) - 19th September 2012
• The only reason we should care if Kate gets pregnant is if the baby ends up ginger. And they should totally call it Emma if it's a girl. Just saying. - 21st September 2012
•  Like every other musical activity I do, this is the highlight of my week. - 6th November 2012
• Welcome back, Internet Dwellers, to my cave of mystery. My name is Plato (not really) and I have many wonderful things to discuss with you. Or not. At all. - 11th November 2012
• If you do it wrong, you die. Then you're dead. Forever. - 11th November 2012

I Think It Might Have Been Raining

• I woke up early the next morning,
  before time had been switched on, the hours still
  sleeping in my watch. Things weren't quite ready
  to happen chronologically.

  At some point, I was downstairs
  with a mug half-full of coffee.
  I was looking out the window, taking small sips of
  caffeine and sky and milk. I wasn't quite sober
  enough yet to tell the difference.

  But I could tell the difference between
  glass and water, when they exploded
  on the kitchen floor.

  I remember my socks were soaked through.
  I was sitting by the radiator, even though
  it wasn't on, still wrapped in a coat
  that was wetter than I was.

  And I definitely stumbled out of bed
  on feet that didn't feel like my own,
  trying to ignore a headache while
  opening the curtains in search of sunrise.

  I didn't find it. But I did find two Paracodol
  in the cupboard above the cooker
  so I decided they'd do for now; I dropped them
  in water, watched it eat away at them like acid.
  And I found a broom to sweep them up
  when they fell from my grasp.

  Then I remember standing in the hallway,
  deciding not to wear shoes in case I
  tripped over the laces.
  I didn't want to trip:

  when I walked downstairs, I hugged the banisters
  for balance, and closed my eyes
  so I could let myself believe that they were human.
  Because my arms wouldn't believe anything else,
  and my legs wouldn't move
  if they knew there was no-one there to catch them
  if they missed a step.

  I know I ended up in bed, pulling the sheets
  back over me, resting wet hair on a damp
  pillow, trying to work out
  if I was feeling lonely.

  But somewhere before that,
  I was outside, before the sky had been filled in.
  It was just the right shade of empty. I still wanted
  the sun to burn it down, but it could wait.
  I remember I listened to birdsong for a long time.
  And I think it might have been raining.

  
  

  
  

  By David Carey - Many thanks to David for letting me share this with you guys. I don't own any of the rights or anything (and he wrote it, obviously) but I thought it was so good that more people should read it.

  
  

  And now you have :)