Someone is rocking my rocking chair!!
I have this beautiful rocking chair that I plonk myself on in front of the fire and blob. Occasionally I place the laptop on a small table and fiddle with google, others may google with google but I fiddle. When I am not googling I play solitaire to sharpen my brain and yes I do need to play quite a few more games as the brain is a little sluggish of late.

So sitting here tonight my rocking chair has had a mind of its own, several times it has lunged forward and almost tipped me off. My suspicions are the grin on Bruce's face is a grin in spirit world entertaining himself at my expense. Now this would not be the first time I have been the butt, and a big one it is at that, of Bruce's jokes. Ahh I still recall his sinister giggle when he rang to check if I had received my invitation to his fancy dress party. Chatting away about costumes the giggle increased until it was disclosed my invite was the only one that said fancy dress, cos he knew I would turn up in some ridiculous costume.

Now I am more certain that it is him  because as I write the chair is rocking more, it cannot do this unless I rock . If I hit the floor flat on my face then he will stop.And the skies will fill with laughter.

What would I believe if I didn't believe that those who have passed linger in spirit form playing with our lives.
I think facebook stole the whole poking thing from the spirit world because that is what they do our spirit friends, they poke us to move, to wake up, to learn, to seek medical advice, to be an active participant in life.

I like to poke them back just to make sure they too stay awake, keep on my game and know I like them around me.

 Good idea to keep a close eye on your right hand side, on facebook this is on the right hand side of the page, with earthbound people it is often to our right we catch glimpses of our spirit friends or we feel them poke us.

Have you been poked today?

Dancing in the dark

Hundreds of dancers gathered in the dark at Kew RSL one to hear one of the best bands playing live at the moment and two to celebrate Ronnie Charles birthday.
I still find it sad that Jef isn't there. I noticed even his fake moustaches were no longer stuck on an amp.

Outside grabbing a quick cigarette two young women in 6 inch high heels were calling a taxi. We mentioned they were very young to be at this gig and laughing they replied that their parents were inside and that they came with them. How wonderful is it that our generation is determined to share our music with our offspring.
Jaime and Tezz have both been to Kew to listen to the band. Hesitantly they admitted the muscos were damn good and the choice of songs brilliant.

Helen and I have only one complaint we both detest Rambling Man and the band plays it every time we see them.

Dancing in the dark is an interesting study of middle aged behaviour. Once the music starts we start, the dancing is non stop, all types of movements, all accepted and appreciated and with a quiet knowing that come Sunday some of us will struggle to move quite so freely.

We come in all shapes and sizes and dress in our own styles, regardless non of that matters. The acceptance of differences is a credit to our generation. Once again the manager thanked the band for assisting them to earn money and stay trading. Kew has no pokies, it has not been renovated or altered in any way except some decking on the outside where dancers gather to catch some fresh air and to cool off between sets before hitting the floral carpet for the next round of dancing.

The band finishes at eleven thirty thanks to a complaint by a neighbour who moved in knowing bands played on Saturday nights. The sad part the complainant is far younger than anyone inside the building.
I feel certain a compliant about the noise of the brilliant band will be made today as the doors were thrown open to allow a flow of fresh air in, as a strange odour was wafting through, maybe an odour associated with the age group and arrogance we hold that this can be partaken of in public.

Dancing in the dark truly nourishes my soul. I feel Jef is there grinning at the antics in the room and missing sitting with his guitar on stage but his influence remains in the dark.