I have to take a break from visiting Belfast as I need to batten down the hatches, financially. The stress and strain of heading out there for Meetups is getting the better of me. My main priority for now is planning for my car’s MOT. Waiting for the letter to arrive.
My last trip to Belfast was a fortnight ago to see John Cooper Clarke. Most of what he did was exactly the same as his gig in Dun Laoghaire three years ago. Plus, I spent such a long time in Belfast, I had to leave early to get the eleven PM bus back to Toomebridge.
I went to a depression support group on Tuesday. It was in Gracehill – between Ahoghill and Ballymena. However, it was too far away for me and evening appointments trigger my anxiety.
The Condition Management Programme, however, might open doors for me. 🙂
Also, my brother turned thirty last weekend. He got the cake I sent for him on Tuesday.
Plus, I have to depend on the WordPress app for maintenance of this blog. That makes things more difficult.
John Cooper Clarke – Hire Car
Joe South – Games People Play
The Happy Mondays – Kinky Afro
I’ll be on my own this Christmas. However, I’m content with that. Though, I may visit my friend from the art class and have a good chat. But isolation is a major issue for me. Solitude is more than a Soccer Ground in North Belfast. 🙂
My job ended on Thursday – 20 December – and, in a surreal manner, I’m mourning the loss of that job more than I mourned the loss of my gran. Though it doesn’t compare to whenever I lost my mum. I did such a stellar effort in the job I feel that whenever I’m onto a winner, some spanner is placed in the works. Such is life.
Tomorrow, I head to Dublin as the Pavilion Theatre in Dun Laoghaire is screening the original Home Alone Movie. I have NEVER seen it prior, not even on TV. This is inner child work for me. 🙂
I have come to accept modern Christmases. The family separation, the crass consumerism, the sudden dip in form for Arsenal. 😉 It’s as if life on life terms makes us more philosophical.
Gran, God rest her, was NEVER healthy around money. She grew up with nothing and ALWAYS believed that she had nothing. While I was constantly fighting financial fires, she was blissfully unaware of the repairs that needed to be done to our home, as well as the cost of the entire process.
But now I am in a better frame of mind I can tie all the loose ends over. I know personally how to avoid sweet talk from the banks. 🙂