Nothing in particular to report, though there is plenty to occupy my thoughts. There is is just too much. I don’t imagine for one minute that I am alone in feeling I am on thinking and analysis overload.
© M-Digital Doodles
Living in such tumultuous and shambolic times it would be easy to behave like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand. In the Russian equivalent analogy, the ostrich is ‘hiding its head under its wing’. The Russian Ostrich would have a cosier and warmer hideout, with the ability for an occasional surreptitious glance out to see if worldly things were a little quieter: peaceful would be really good.
© Photo By M-Wishing-In-The-Wind
“How are you finding the book?” I was sitting quietly on my own in the bar eatery, reading. I was interrupted, gladly, with that question. I briefly studied my questioner, a lady with two boisterous children in tow. I tried not to screw up my face, I don’t think I was very successful…….”I’m having problems with it”
her – “So did I….it was a bit Hickory, it went on a bit“. ……..
Me -“I think I understand what you mean; It’s hard work, I am skimming more than reading“, adding that the book had been a gift about three years ago and I had just got round to reading it, (well, trying to).
We enlightened each other about what other books we had read by the same author, none so tedious as this one. “BUT!” she said with a great flourish and a big smile, “I did read to the end …I finished it!”
Today, after another couple of attempts, I firmly decided I was not going to continue to wrestle with the book….there was no point.
I might come out to play now.
There are still the remains of sales in some local shops. I am looking for something in particular and I was in the one shop that might just have provided it. I browsed the department upstairs where you find cushions, bedding, curtains and some menswear. So far no luck, I could not see what I wanted. All the staff work downstairs, which is where I found a shop assistant. While I was asking, it occurred to me that she might not understand what I was looking for:
Me –“I am looking for a counterpane, do you have any?” Assistant- “ Could you tell me what that might be?”
It seemed I was speaking a foreign language. I explain it is a bed-cover….she continues to look vacantly at me….. I’m thinking quickly about what might be the current trendy modern bed-cover translation and I tentatively suggest “A throw”.
Some comprehension dawns. The assistant tells me there are no throws……“Throws are for Christmas” ❗
Have you ever felt you wanted to write something meaningful and all you could muster was a blank, zilch, de nada, niente, rien? That’s where I am at; blank, blank and even blanker. If I was being counselled by Sigmund Freud, what would he have deduced?
Usually, I would find a picture or two to give a visual flow to a post. I am stumped. I could post any number of empty picture frames, but what would be the point. I wonder what a blank emoticon would look like, especially if it was not based on recognisable imagery….. I have definitely drawn a blank.
Spotted in an online catalogue.
How tempting is this………………
- DIVIDED WOODEN BOX MAKES IDEAL STORAGE FOR YOUR MOST PRECIOUS DECORATIONS.
- SUITABLE FOR VEGETARIANS.”
I looked at about a dozen posts today, all from contributors to WordPress who are new to me. As I passed on to the next, then the next, it occurred to me that just two or three posts invited comments. A few only invited ‘likes’ and linked to other social media sites; others were statements either in words or pictures on a page. I wondered if they were meant to be found, might my glimpses of them be intrusive. There are writers who never venture forth from their own blog platforms, though they will reply to a commenter. Call me old fashioned, I do mingle, enjoying the mutual sharing and social contact that it generates.
On reflection. I questioned whether writing ‘blanks’ was what a lot of people did today and if so, why. It opens up a lot of conjecture with no way of gaining any direct answers. One way communication is not intercommunication; it is, I grant you, communicating…but what? Still I come back to my central question, why?
There was one post I came across that was a friendly, descriptive, sharing one, on which, I was able to and did leave a comment.
Due to the continuing number of nuisance mails I have been getting since posting a particular post about so-called top blogs, I have switched on comment approval for the very first time since I have posted on WordPress. I hope it will become unnecessary in the longer term to approve comments. Meantime, I hope you won’t notice much difference, other than a little delay in comments appearing.
Thank you to one and all. xx
This afternoon, I sat, and I sat and I sat. Whilst I was sitting, I was enjoying the company of an octogenarian Italian friend, who became my friend during the time she was teaching me her beautiful language, many years ago. She has also taught sprog who was in fact her very last pupil. During our meal, people greeted us as they passed by our table. These were very mature people who my friend had taught at the local high school in decades past. Our waitress, not known for being warm and friendly, was particularly solicitous and smiled a lot.
Later, we moved onto a local bar to sit comfortably in their all-encompassing armchairs, to continue our varied topics of conversation into the twilight of the afternoon. No matter where we were, people treated us with courtesy, friendship and care. Any assistance my friend wished was quickly forthcoming. When we departed, her gloves and a package she had earlier left on the bar were brought forth from safekeeping and handed to her. She was not in the least bit concerned about her belongings, my friend knew that like herself, they would be looked after.
It was heart-warming.
Tonight was the night I was going to write about our town’s fun day; I will have to keep you champing at the bit for another day. 🙂 The evening is maturing and I need to go out to buy film seats for Nanny Mcphee.
It is so nice to be able to spread my relaxation around a range of enjoyments without feeling a pang of guilt about not developing an argument for an academic assignment that I should be getting on with, or pretending it does not really exist on my planet… to justify my lack of attention.
For anyone who may be in the uneviable position of needing to procrastinate take on board the following maxim:
Procrastination is a process. One must simply let it run its course.