No I'm not being cryptic or psychotic (well that I am but only on Wednesdays
) I'm not referring to voices of the Joan of Arc type... the ones that
tell you what to do. I mean the voices that articulate your thoughts in
your head. Like very often I think in English (and don't say "duh!" -
I'm not English). But sometimes it's even more than that... it's a
particular accent. Like the one in a video clip I watched today for instance...
that very heavy American accent which is so foreign to me but that
sticks to my mind and I think my thoughts in Cheap Joe's accent!
Some people take that even further... they not only hear the voices but
can also reproduce them to perfection - and then they become
impersonators. Our youngest son Andrew is perfect at that sort of
thing. When he's in a good mood and manages to overcome his innate
shyness he has us rolling under the table laughing at his
impersonations.
Maybe I am a little crazy or a lot crazy, it doesn't matter. You know
the other day when I forgot to take my hand out of the car like I did
with the rest of my body. My first thought was: hey, why can't I walk
away from the car? And then I realized what had happened as the pain suddenly hit home and I was just about ready to faint.
But maybe it's not just me that's crazy... maybe the whole world is
crazy. It's well after 10:00pm here so it should be pitch dark now
shouldn't it. Well it isn't. The sky is so overcast (and probably laden
with Sahara dust too) and there is so much light pollution these days
that rather than black the sky is a sort of orangey mauve.... very
eerie... very strange....maybe because it is such a still night too.
But there's one very good thing about tonight. The evening scented
stock out on the balcony is giving off the most wonderful scent... it's
wafting in through the window...filling the house with touch of
mystery....
