I Remember – #972

I remember my sister’s nomination party for a Green’s seat in QLD for the late 2017 State election, and particularly the special, heartfelt, intense moment where, after her speech, she sang Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi in front of an audience who were both pleased and somewhat perplexed.  And my father, crying a lot that night, cried heavily then.

-20 May 2017

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I Remember – #971

I remember reading in a Borges story the words, ‘the skies over Reykjavik’, and being so enamoured with the possibilities this created within me that I immediately used it as a title for a short story I wrote that very night, start to finish, and which is now irretrievably lost.

-19 May 2017

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I Remember – #969

I remember my father at a family gatherings from, oh, 2015 onwards.  He would always – always always always – bring up, apropos of nothing and unrelated to anything we were discussing, how he and my mother had 28 great years together before she died, and also how wonderful it was that their five children were all friends as adults, and how that pleased him greatly.  Every event, every time, sometimes multiple times, with little variation in the words and sentences used.  He would never require a response, either: he just wanted us to know.

-17 May 2017

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I Remember – #968

I remember meeting up with Hayley, a year or so after I had last seen her, and discussing life and so forth over beverages.  She mentioned that she had paid someone to help her with clothing, to pick items which better suited her skin tone, her body shape, her size, and so on.  And – she looked fantastic!  And was clearly rather pleased with the surety and completeness of her new look.

-16 May 2017

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I Remember – #966

I remember the sudden rapidity of Anna’s heartbeat very late one night in 2005 when it suddenly became clear to her that I was laying the groundwork, building up my courage, to say – I love you.  And, forgive me, I said something along the lines of: I don’t just like you, Anna, I love you.  Youth.  Youth.

-14 May 2017

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