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A Bridge Over Troubled Water

I remember one of the last updates I made before I moved to the new appartment, I was talking about how I was never going to hear the rain on the roof again. But it turns out that there is no problem at all. It rained last night, it rained a lot. And even though I, for obvious reasons, could not hear it hit the roof, I could still hear it loud and clear outside. I love lying in bed and listening to the rain, that much has not changed.

Today I went to the post office to pick up the piece of mail from Corrie. I was expecting a little letter but it turned out to be a GIANT box. Well maybe not GIANT but certainly rather large. A beautiful scented candle and a candle cup holder tingie. Sweet. My appartment shall be smelling lovely from now on. Of cedar and oakmoss. And even better she included some old stuff that I sent to her once upon a time in the dark ages when people actually sent real mail to each other. Back when the mailman didn’t have to worry about getting bit by a dog, but he did have to worry about getting eaten by a T Rex. Or something like that. Anyway, it was some incredibly sweet stuff that brought back a ton of memories. Amazing. Thank you Corrie!

For those of you who don’t know, ie all of you probably, Corrie was the first person I spoke to online. She made me download AIM and the rest is history. Long and complicated. But she definitely has a big part in The Personal History Of Plume, as my book shall be called. Some day, maybe. She was also the reason I got started writing on diaryland, which in time lead to this here blogging. Yup.

Anyway, that’s all for today. Cheerio.

5 Responses to “A Bridge Over Troubled Water”

  1. Debster Says:

    Thank you, Corrie for getting da Plume online. He’s such an interesting person and he doesn’t know it! Sometimes the high point of my day is to read the “Trials & Tribulations of Plume” blog and hear what the goats and he have been doing.

    Now your apartment will just be messy, but smell good. Dust bunnies like good-smelling places to live.

  2. Corrie Says:

    I forgot to include the matches. I figured a lighter would’ve been illegal.

    Hi Debster! Plume is one of kind, isn’t he?

  3. Plume Says:

    Debster – The high point of your day? Surely some mistake! You must be reading Shakespeare or Keats or something. Not little old me! Thank you though. I hope I can live up to it!

    Corrie – Funnily enough my mum gave my dad matches and a lighter to bring me today. How about that. So I’m all set to burn the house down. Metaphorically speaking.

  4. Debster Says:

    Sometimes the high point of my day is working on a 24 foot ladder!

  5. Plume Says:

    Mwahaha. You’re a nut, Debster!

    .. I just don’t see how you can get the computer up on the ladder to read my blog up there?! :-P

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