(It’s been ages…)
Sometimes life just gets in the way.
The endless cycle of work sleep eat (or sleep work eat), the little domestic chores, and larger tasks of, “you’ve been promising to fix that for a long time” combine to steal away the idle minutes normally spent in reflection.
Also, it’s that time of year for moving heavy things and digging holes in the garden.
The new car goes from A to B, and most importantly back to A, although the test is whether it’s still returning to A in say, 5 years (and at what cost!).
A, being the house, has not yet blown away (completely), although we still await the pleasure of the insurance and the re-roofers, so it may well be a question of whether there is still an A to return to in five years.
My personal MOT (health check) – naturally falling mid nightshift – has returned equivocal results, with some uncertainty as to whether I am dead. Further tests are seemingly required, if I could actually get an answer from doctors’ reception, I might even find out, from myriad results, whether I am dead, or (pace “Miracle Max”+) only slightly dead.
My guitar languishes, waiting for a practice window that seems to constantly get bumped to allow for something trivial like sleeping, and I’m certain if I could only clear my feet I would be capable of great creative strides, rather than stumbling over the minutia of living in the moment.
Opportunities to ponder the values found in thankfulness are subsumed in the simple act of being thankful that the washing machine door works again.
I suspect fate is saving up something big….
+ Princess Bride. Oh for god’s sake! You haven’t seen Princess Bride?
Next week on IaDL…. Not dead at all then?
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 