Dead Sheep
Fri May 19 2006

This is about corpse. The real one. Now don’t say I haven’t warned you.

I’d say this office does need a constant supervision. One needs only leave it for a time and weird things that have been waiting around the corner do come forward…I’ve only have been out of office for half-day today…and when I returned in the late afternoon, what I’ve discovered? A dead sheep swimming in the river! How odd is that?! I’m not joking. Actually, I was late for the whole “excitement” of the eerie discovery – by the time I get in the office, my colleagues have already called the Environmental Agency and I only watched the actual operation on fishing out the unfortunate swimmer…could I describe it in one word? Yuck! I’m so squeamish, I didn’t really “watched” it, I was standing by the window, turned away from it and imagined the whole process based on the commentaries of my totally un squeamish colleagues…I can tell you – it wasn’t a pleasant picture even at this angle of view! Poor creature…who can guess what was she thinking, jumping into the waters? Maybe she was dreaming to be a fish? Or a beautiful swan? (or maybe it was a swan, magically transformed into the sheep – that might explain where the swans that we have been watching through our webcam, disappeared some time ago) Or maybe the poor sheep committed suicide after announcement has been made on her farm who was listed for a lamb chops this evening?...Or could it be just a drunken or even drugged sheep with inadequate visual perception after chewing some illegal weed ? In any way this situation has been all too disturbing and totally out of the traditional Friday’s choice of pre-weekend fun…
7 Comments
  • From:
    Deepbluesea (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri May 19 2006
    The question of 'who is the real me?' seems to plague us all these days. We strip away all the layers and wonder what remains. I have often struggled with this.

    In the end, I realise I am my many layers AND what lies beneath. They are not separate things. They are my life, my experience, part of what has formed who I really am. I can no longer break it down. I am the sum of my parts - all of them, the obvious and the hidden. And every now and then, I rediscover something that I 'd forgotten about.

    It's remembering, part of it, remembering who I was before this, and retaining that while still absorbing each new experience.
  • From:
    Jagged (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri May 19 2006
    Hey! I've been with him for 4 years and journalling here the whole time, and this is the first time I've ever complained about his family... so I'm entitled to a free rant once every 4 years, aren't I? lol. But you're right, and they have the best intenetions and they are only trying to be helpful, and you're right... I should be grateful to have a nice big family nearby. Thanks for the reminder.
  • From:
    MadMegan (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri May 19 2006
    Maybe she wanted to see if she had washable wool?

    Wash and Wear being as important as it is these days you know...

    Poor dear.
  • From:
    Nibbles (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri May 19 2006
    Ashes to ashes
    Dust to dust
    Baa baa, black sheep.

    Miss Nibbles
  • From:
    Dreamerbooks2003 (Legacy)
    On:
    Sat May 20 2006
    oh man. ending on the dead sheep.. business.. that is awful!!

    But.. the other points you bring up are good thinking.. about

    I know.. for some reason you are always in tune with the stars.. oh .. yeah. you are made of stardust.. or twinkling.. since going into Gemini is the question of 'who am I?' time..
    Dual minded and all!
    I agree with you, but to protect others from my bad temper... impossible! I am way too short fused

    and plus.. I just let it rip.. and then it is done
    usually!!!! somethings I hold onto longer and then I get sick !@
    best to just be yourself.. me thinks
  • From:
    Dreamerbooks2003 (Legacy)
    On:
    Sat May 20 2006
    the destroyers had only set it into motion, and sit back to count the casualties. But it was more than a body count; the lies devoured hearts and for more than two hundred years had worked to fill the emptiness; they tried to glut the hollowness with patriotic wars and with great technology and wealth it brought.. and always they had been fooling themselves..
    We must remember to feel.. not shut out the feelings..
    every day we have to look at the land, from horizon to horizon and every day the loss is with us. it is dead unburied and the mourning of the lost going on forever.. so they try to sink the loss in booze, and silence their grief with war stories about their courage, defending the land they had already lost
    Courage... to be real.. really see what is had been going on.
    oh.. I have so much respect for this subject.. how can I quit?
    It is like in school the science teacher had explained what superstition was, and then held the science textbook up for the class to see the true source of explanations. We had studied those books and I had no reasons to believe the stories any more. The science books explained the causes and effects, But old Grandma always used to say, Back in time immemorial, things were different, the animals could talk to human beings and many magical things still happened: I never lost the feeling I had in my chest when she spoke those words, as she did each time she told us stories.. and I still felt is was true. despite all we had been tough in school.. that long long ago things had been different, and human being could understand what the animals said .......
    There is more here than we are taught in school..
  • From:
    Deepbluesea (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun May 21 2006
    YikeS! Poor sheep...