Time Is Ticking Out

Hello readers. Today I am churning out two entries for your reading pleasure due to the introduction of a new weekly feature, Techtalk, in which I’ll (obviously) be talking about technology. But I don’t want to dissuade any of my regular readers that stop by to read my ‘normal’ posts; so I will upload one such post after each Techtalk. Aren’t I a nice guy?

Don’t answer that, rhetorical question : )

So. The sunshine and cloudless skies we have been experiencing over here in the land of the Eng’s was today replaced with rain and, as I type, hail. Which was exactly the sort of weather I hoped for this week, as I am off work. Note sarcasm.

Needless to say, I didn’t venture out too far; other than to the mall for a little window-shopping, a coffee and some lunch. So today has been largely one of reading, watching daytime tv (which is as appalling as I remember from my days of not working, oh to be a student again!) and gaming. Between which I did check in with the agencies for any job vacancies that I may like the look of, and there are a few, so I’ll be heading to their offices tomorrow.

That largely sums up my day, as exciting as it was. Oh wait; I did do some cleaning, how could I neglect such an enthralling part of my day? Such is the joy of living alone. Well, not alone exactly, but my housemate is away until tomorrow. Eh, you get the point.

My weekend was more noteworthy, I already blogged about Saturday (Trippin’ to Chillville). Sunday was Mothers day in the UK (apparently the US celebrate it in a fortnight), so as is customary I hopped on a train and went to see the means of my creation, or “parents”, as they are sometimes referred to as.

You may remember reading my entry Thru the Glass, in which I talked about a grandparent being diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was the first and last time I had brought that up in this blog, but I visited her yesterday for the first time since I heard the news, as various implications of both parts have meant I couldn’t sooner.

It was a strange meeting in many ways - Once again as I approach this subject, the words seem to have deserted me. The ending of this entry is taking quite awhile, and numerous attempts.

She has become so thin and frail that to look at her gives the impression that she must be in pain, a suspicion backed up when your eye falls upon the large basket of medication she is currently on. It is easy to imagine why people fear death when faced with somebody so close to the end. I think the fear may be as much of the thought being so weak, vulnerable and reliant on others, than the idea of no longer existing as part of this world, or any world.

There were quite a few of us there, the mood was generally upbeat; awkward silences were thankfully short and far between. My younger brother was impressive in steering past these moments, and I saw a side of him I had never witnessed before. I was concerned he may have been having trouble coping, but now I am confident he has grown stronger.

I think I will bring this entry to a close on that, those last few mini-paragraphs have taken me about half an hour to write, I don’t think the words are going to come to me tonight.