Greetings all and first up let's say a big thank you to Anna, Shilpa and Mary for liking my post from yesterday. As always much love to each one of you and it's much appreciated.
Today was spent at the Shakra Centre for a fayre and I can honestly say it was the busiest I've ever been and pretty much non stop. Each one of us had plenty to do and I know Jo is a regular here and she was kept busy too from what I understand too and so good to see. I'm feeling a little bit tired but it was certainly worth it, especially when working with healing and readings which helped give the energy that was needed.
Right now I'm very much in chill time zone and shortly I imagine I'll stick the next episode of the Universe series I'm watching on Amazon. The last one I watched was all about our closest neighbour the moon and so many theories on how it came to be there. The one that is the default one at the present time is the giant capture theory where a few billion years ago a planet roughly the size of mars smashed into the Earth. The result was that it set the Earth spinning and the consequent debris coalesced to form our little brother/sister. Here's a fancy word for you too : regolith; this means loose material covering solid rock, such as dust, soil, broken rocks and so forth. I do like these obscure words.
Shall I delve into the archives? Oh, go on then :)
Green Road
Once, he’d have bought rounds for everyone all night. Times change. He looked at the meagre amount of dollars in his possession and caught the bartender’s attention.
“Glass of unicorn gin, buddy.”
“Five bucks. You sure you can afford it Jim?”
“Just about, here you go.”
A glass with a sparkling toadstool on top made a new home in Jim’s hand.
“You miss the old days ,Sam? You know when we had a following.”
Sam sighed.
“Yeah, all those dark lords, little people, elves, dwarves and magic. They were amazing, just like the films we did. What happened though? Superheroes, reality TV and that damn new series, what is it called? Oh yeah, Prosecco Letters, just awful my little gnome.”
“No-one dreams anymore, it’s airhead city my friend.”
Singing came from the hearth. Sam looked up to see Josh the Bard chanting and playing on his ukulele.
“And I thought I’d fallen on hard times. Josh used to have fairy groupies following him around, now look.”
Sam followed Jim’s finger to see a one eyed witch and an overstuffed orc singing badly next to him.
“Do you remember how many people bought the soundtrack to the Moons of Myrmidia. Millions and millions and now this. It’s not surprising his voice is going.”
Jim pulled his gaze away. He polished his hourglass and sighed.
“I’ll try to go up the exchange tomorrow to see what roles they’ve got on offer. It’s desperate though Sam, every avatar and paladin selling themselves for a slot on the Jim Beanback talk show. It’s the ultimate humiliation.”
“You could try and get a job. I hear they’re looking for delivery drivers downtown. I could put a word in for you as I know a guy there.”
Jim raised a smile for the first time in five moons. Maybe things were looking up. He thanked Sam and hopped off his stool and waved goodbye. He just hoped the vans were halfling friendly.
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