Another week has passed since my last entry here, and it’s been interesting. I’ve been getting slowly but surely netter. Although the strange thing is, that I’m still very breathless. I’m told that’s normal and to be expected. So if you’ve had any experiences with viral pneumonia, I’d like to hear from you.

The situation with my current wife seems to get a little better since I’ve asked my solicitor to deal with it. I had my little girl (9 years) over yesterday and it was great. She really enjoyed the attention and so did I. She hasn’t been here for over 3 weeks now and she immediately knew where she was. It was quite touching. It got a bit tense when I had to bring her downstairs to the current Mrs GroovyUwe’s car, because the last time I saw her on my own, I ended up being attacked by her boyfriend (see prev.entry). Anyway, it was nice to see my wee girl andI’m seeing her again on Friday.

Hang in there Possums!

Without Prejudice

So there we are. Another weekend has gone and I’m a bit bamboozled because some strange things occurred this weekend with my current wife. I won’t go into details here, so if you want to know about it call or visit me and we can talk, but I’d like to offer some advice to all those separated folk out there. Don’t ever meet with your current spouses on your own! They will twist and turn things, until they convinced themselves and others that you’re the meanest bastard around, even if you only try to reason with them to stick to arrangements for example. Of course it will be your word against hers, but who believes the guy anyway, when she tells everybody you’ve been dragging her around the floor by her hair etc? The other thing is, please keep the kids away if you must meet, because the resentment between you and your ex can be so great that either of you can easily forget that your little one is actually in the same room etc.

Oh, and one more thing, stay away from your ex’s respective boy or girlfriend. They’ve been told all about you and your worst character traits, and more than not things will be hugely exaggerated, so they won’t be nice to you when you do meet. In my case, I was actually attacked in front of my little boy (6 years old) in my own home. I open the door of my flat to find, to my surprise, the Neanderthal boyfriend of my ex. charging in to my own home assaulting me. Calling the police won’t help if you don’t have any independent witnesses, so you might as well piss against the wind. Of course it’s even more ironic to be attacked by a violent geezer when you yourself are supposed to be the violent one. The very fact that the new chap on the scene is actually behaving in exactly the way that your ex is saying you were like, doesn’t seem to bother anybody. It’s a funny odd world.

Anyway – peace, rice and vegetables Possums

For Allen Ginsberg

War-child comes to mind
As you sit there on the stage
Did you really invent flower power
Or did flower power invent you

Your helper is turning the pages
You chant, sing and read
Alone you're still on that stage
Speaking of middle-aged queers

You practice the dharma
You are the philosopher
When we are almost forgetting
You remind us of what

You describe the ways of our times
You return inside yourself
Forgive us for not listening
Thank you for speaking out

(c) 15th Sep 2006 Uwe Bartsch. All rights reserved.

So there you go. I'm still in bed and I'm still bored... Watched some program on ITV 4 the other night which was called "...A Date With The Dalai" WHAT A CON! I hate it when people use the Dalai Lama for the sole purpose of getting TV ratings. This garbling nonsense basically showed two spoilt brats (supposedly well known actors of some kind, but I've never heard of 'em), traveling through India on their way to meet HH The XIV Dalai Lama. His Holiness wasn't in this "first part" at all, so they should have called it "... A Date With The Dalai, Although He's Not In It". What a load of self-centered garbage... AAARRRGGGHHH!
This is what it has come to, I'm paying attention to a program which doesn't deserve any, and I'm moaning, when I really don't even like "moaners"... Oh well, I'm allowed to, I just say that I was ill as a child :o)
Anyway, I love HH The XIV Dalai Lama and you should read his book "Freedom In Exile" - it changed my life, and I knew half way through reading it, that I was going to be a Buddhist for the rest of this life, and hopefully throughout the ones to come as well. That was 15 years ago, and what a ride it has been so far. You know, for most of my life I was very scared of life, death, and in general all the stuff that happens in between. Since I've started to study the Dharma (teachings of Buddhism), things really changed, and life, death and some of the stuff in between has become less scary, as long as I approach these issues with logic, patience, diligence, and compassion for myself and every sentient being. I heard HH saying once, "You see, when I get up in the morning, I usually say to myself that I will help everybody I meet today in some way, and if that's not possible, then I will try to at least not harm them." What could I possibly add to that.

Peace & loving kindness to ya all Possums

G'day Possums ...and welcome to my Blog. I hope you'll enjoy this excursion into my otherwise not so dull life. At the moment I'm ill with pneumonia and bored shitless, but hopefully that'll go eventually. Get in touch and help me blogging.

Tara