Lemonista

I want to rename this blog "Lemonista".

I was quite disappointed to find this name
has already been taken. Such a clever name.
I thought is was original.

I rather fancy myself as a Lemonist.
Whatever that is. I might just be one anyway.

Women

I enjoy the company of feisty, educated women.
Women who don't take orders. Who think for
themselves. Maybe not screaming shrews, but
those that can laugh, yet still show a strong,
unbounded passion.

I find the statue of Queen Boudicea, in London , a real demonstration of these sort of women.

It makes me laugh to think that I come back for more.I must be mad...


(I acknowledge this picture was taken from the net.
It says I can if I acknowledge it. Wikpedia).

A ship

I rushed downstairs to write this one.
Before the mood leaves me.

It is the weekend. I had an afternoon
sleep, as I often do. I awoke, or
half awoke, wondering where I was. I felt
I was in a ship again, down aft, hearing and
feeling the thunder of the shafts and screws,
pushing the vessel through the water. It is
a sound I have not heard in many years.

I lay there dreaming that I was in a new ship,
an unknown one, having just left my previous
draft. It was a strange feeling. That between
sleep and consciousness. But somehow it
felt real.

It was good.