tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post5875977127521184816..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: Remembering AphroditeReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-3414548198818528532007-05-22T16:02:00.000+00:002007-05-22T16:02:00.000+00:00Hey, goodthomas - so you caught a glimpse of her t...Hey, goodthomas - so you caught a glimpse of her too ? :)<BR/><BR/>The play was an extraordinary undertaking and I hope good things come of it for her. She has real drive and confidence in herself - so good to see, as I never had enough of those things.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-86709125854858222112007-05-22T13:39:00.000+00:002007-05-22T13:39:00.000+00:00Oh my goodness. What a story, a beautiful and sad ...Oh my goodness. What a story, a beautiful and sad and wonderful and vibrant story. What a wonderful character. <BR/><BR/>You painted her beautifully, from "All her luggage was in a small overnight bag. She made up for this in emotional baggage" the rain falling from her eyelashes. Oh goodness. <BR/><BR/>So how was the play?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-30604720469311682832007-05-21T13:56:00.000+00:002007-05-21T13:56:00.000+00:00I know, cusp, but feel in retrospect we missed a t...I know, cusp, but feel in retrospect we missed a trick somewhere. Our loss as well as hers. <BR/><BR/>Anyway - hi, I'll be over to visit soon.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-18799647156813575332007-05-21T11:08:00.000+00:002007-05-21T11:08:00.000+00:00Glad you're back and posting again. The sort of pe...Glad you're back and posting again. <BR/><BR/>The sort of person you describe is terribly dificult to deal with I think. Their need can be suffocating -- for themselves and others. The sadness that surrounds them seems to invade any space they enter. In the past I would have been unable to walk away. Now I try to be more protective of myself without being cruel. Often people like her will go on receiving until you have nothing left to give.Cusphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10717783581169397585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-8175838537558270642007-05-21T09:26:00.000+00:002007-05-21T09:26:00.000+00:00nmj, it's funny how one assesses things looking ba...nmj, it's funny how one assesses things looking back. She was chaotic but actually had a naive happiness about her - and she was a good writer. She just needed to be "met" and we couldn't, or wouldn't.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-62308986397540550482007-05-20T18:56:00.000+00:002007-05-20T18:56:00.000+00:00Re. Aphrodite,you get her on every writing course,...Re. Aphrodite,you get her on every writing course, don't you? And even though she makes you insane, you don't want to see her unhappy and abandoned like this. That is awful for anyone to face.nmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477643084619789093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-56572582124772704152007-05-20T18:03:00.000+00:002007-05-20T18:03:00.000+00:00nmj, I'm pleased that you liked it, thanks. Me, I...<B>nmj</B>, I'm pleased that you liked it, thanks. Me, I love forget-me-nots. Where these stories come from - a mystery sometimes.<BR/><BR/><B>collin</B>, yes - I hadn't considered that but of course. And it was, in its way, a brief encounter.<BR/><BR/><B>ms melancholy</B>, I think she is all over the place and you probably did meet her - or the shadow of her. I only "saw" her when it was too late.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-75721727114509031592007-05-20T17:41:00.000+00:002007-05-20T17:41:00.000+00:00Good grief, I think I met her once on a women's ma...Good grief, I think I met her once on a women's massage course. More baggage than the left luggage deparment. And I get that when you see her there, all alone on the platform, you see something new. Quite lovely.Ms Melancholyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03348356658378052119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-25796464489964769052007-05-20T16:37:00.000+00:002007-05-20T16:37:00.000+00:00You never know how people are actually going to to...You never know how people are actually going to touch your life. The part about you going up to look for the tearoom made me flash on "Brief Encounter". Tearooms on train platforms always do.Collin Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03777180960376039699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-57639594157217928672007-05-20T15:31:00.000+00:002007-05-20T15:31:00.000+00:00Signs, I just got to your Mr Moon story, very love...Signs, I just got to your Mr Moon story, very lovely it is too, will not be able to think of forget-me-nots the same way again.nmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477643084619789093noreply@blogger.com