Recession Kisses

Husband working abroad wrote to his wife...

Dear Sweetheart,

I can't send my salary this month, as I have overspent. I'm sending 100
Kisses instead. You are my sweetheart.

Signed, Your Husband,


His wife replied...

Sweetheart Dearest,

Thanks for the 100 kisses, below is the list of expenses...

1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month's milk.
2. The electricity man agreed only after 7 kisses.
3. Your landlord comes every day to take 2 or 3 kisses instead of the rent.
4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I gave him other items
.. (hope u understand??)
5. Other expenses 40 kisses.

Please don't worry about me, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and
I hope I can complete the month using this balance.

Shall I plan the same for next month? Please Advise !

Signed, Your Wife

Sundancer Dreams

top speed 33 KNT
cruise speed 25 KNT
fuel consumption 50 LPH @ 25KNTS APPROX.
fuel capacity 250 L
cruising range 125 NMI (231.5KM)

(1 nautical mile = 1.85200 KM)
(1 knots = 1.85200 kph)

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... notable events: Pains of the Journey

I was angry.  I wanted to lash out.  I was hurt beyond belief.  I felt lost.  I felt anguish.  I felt betrayed, I felt dismayed.  It was the worst of times.  How could something like this happen to me?  I asked this to myself over and over again.  For months I cried, quietly into my pillow at night, masking the sorrow stoically in the light of day.

Why?  The questions never stopped.  Why?  Why?  Why?

I had always thought I had lived a blessed life.  Things fell into place for me.  The world was perfect, and so it was... so how did it, could it, would it happen?  ... to me?  I felt the loss of the orderly march of what was meant to be.  I grew angry at the false promise of perfection.

Wasn't it preordained?

How could it not have meant to be?

Wasn't love supposed to conquer all?

But yet... end it did.  And the world stopped turning, the sun rays grew cold, the colours of life dulled to black and white, and I cried, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces, my very being ripped into ribbons and flung into the uncaring wind.

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But you know what?

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Things sometimes happen for a reason.

You might not believe it at that very moment in time, I certainly didn't believe it at that very moment, but it is true.  I believe this to be true.  I now know this to be intimately true.

Looking back through the murky tint of our memories, I can sometimes still feel how it had felt, the heartache of loss, the pain of what could have been... but this has been tempered by the passage of time and more importantly, replaced by something far better.  Believe you me when I say, that sometimes, things do happen for a reason.  I live that reason now.  Looking back, while I can't say I'm happy for the pain and angst I went through, I can say that I'm glad that it happened for without the rite of passage, without the trial of sorrow, I would probably never have found what I believe I had truly been looking for and for that I'm am thankful for the way my life has thus far turned out.  Is it perfect?  Nay.  Of course not.  Nothing really ever is in this world.  But it is perfection enough in my eyes, flaws and all.  It is my life and the scars that were once hidden in shame, are borne now with pride, having been soothed in the embrace of that simplest of cures... love.

I am happy.  I have been for many years now.  The past long forgotten, a dull distant memory.  The painful events while once seen as a marring of a promised perfect life, now merely just another learning experience on the continual process that we call living.  I have gone on from there.  Done things I might never even have thought of doing before, chosen different paths, walked the unbeaten track, achieved many dreams that would have seemed wild or maybe even impossible back then.  I am happy... and really thats what truly matters at the end of the day, surrounded by the dearest of things, the beauty of the simplest things, the wholeness of being.

So what happened I now firmly believe, happened for a reason.  It was the worst of times, but it was also the best of times.  It brought me to this place.  This here, this now.

What is life but the maintenance of fulfillment, to live a fulfilling life, to live one with meaning and contentment, one filled of renewed hopes, of sharing and dreams and most importantly, of love.  And yes I have that.  Love.  Hell yeah.

I have no regrets.

Fort Denison, Sydney Harbour, New South Wales, Australia

Fort Denison is a fortified island in the middle of Sydney Harbour, built between 1841 and 1857 as a defence against a feared Russian invasion during the Crimean war. The fort's guns have never been fired in anger but the fort did suffer minor damage from shells fired from Japanese midget submarines during the 2nd World War

It's original Aboriginal name of Mat-te-wan-ye was changed to Rock Island after the first English fleet arrived in 1788 but was better known as Pinchgut probably due to the short rations issued to prisoners who were interned there. The fort then took its current name from Sir William Thomas Denison, the Governor of New South Wales from 1855 to 1861, when it was completed in 1857.

Travel - Australia 4th - 12th April 2009 (PRIVATE)

Sydney
-> Gold Coast - Surfer's Paradise, WB Movieworld
-> Sydney - Fort Denison
-> Hunter Valley