the home of all wounds

One more glorious day and then we’re done. Right?

June’s blogpost was a pain and I’m old enough to try a new approach if something is not working. Starting August, I will be updating the monthly post throughout the month so that the description is free and fresh.

July’s main event was a gig by the almighty GODFLESH. Originally planned for the time before-Covid, the festival could finally happen this year.

and I’m continuing this, I haven’t forgotten!

July was busy. Life-busy, in an absolutely positive way. I decide to limit my moaning and actually live, and enjoy doing so. This month, I went kayaking. I flipped the kayak. I had a big nasty scar on my leg. Moaning to a minimum. That’s the start of a character arc, at the very least.

I also heard the water slowly plodding along. Watched horses run on a dirt road. Saw some kind of bird-predator. Saw three of them. Got splashed. Got sunburned. Had my leg swallowed up to its knee on a muddy bank.

Lived.