A Short Trip through a Shallow Mind

So much to do, so little time.

I’ve just looked at my life, recoiled in horror, and tried to write a “to do” list.

Wash up

Cook tea

Clear my “desk” (which is a dining room table)

Watch TV and relax

Write a blog post

Write a poem

Dream up a way of making money

Start putting stuff on eBay

Cook the ratatouille for tomorrow

Wash up after cooking

Browse eBay

Do the photographs for my talk at the Numismatic Society (six weeks away!) Eeek!

Declutter

Organise my collection

Organise my underwear. Some of it is older than the kids. There is a definitely diaphonous quality to some of them, caused by the material wearing so thin a good sneeze might make them disintegrate. But I’m a married man, so I don’t need to impress anyone with the quality of my undergarments.

Read

Write another “to do” list – this one is getting too long

Read up on growing food from scraps as recommended by Higgledy Piggledy Mom

Visit Derrickย and Tootlepedalto check on new developments in how to age disgracefully. A quick scan indicates that Derrick looks set to drown in pursuit of photography and TP has been watching a helicopter move a portable toilet. Jackie, the saint who is married to Derrick, has been photographing his antics, presumably for an entry in the Darwin Awards.

Write a list of all the other blogs I need to catch up with.

Lavinia

Clare

Charlie

Laurie

Lots of others.

Procrastinate. It’s not an entry you expect to see on a “to do” list but if I don’t procrastinate I’m going to have to start the washing up and make ratatouille.

Wrestle with conscience – Julia is out. If I ring for a Chinese takeaway she won’t know. I can wash away the evidence, mask the smell and…then I’ll tell her. I always do. I just don’t seem to be able to keep a secret. It means I lead a blameless life and never have anything on my conscience very long. I ย would make a dreadful criminal.

Ah well, washing up it is then…

The featured image is completely random.

9 thoughts on “A Short Trip through a Shallow Mind

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      “The Darwin Awards commemorate individuals who protect our gene pool by making the ultimate sacrifice of their own lives: by eliminating themselves in an extraordinarily idiotic manner, thereby improving our species’ chance of long-term survival.”

      So if you drown, fall off a cliff or catch your death of cold whilst engaging in photography for the blog you will probably qualify.

      If Jackie has footasge of the event she will be able to submit it as evidence for the nomination, as well as making a few quid on “You’ve Been Framed”.

      Looking at some of her recent photos, she may have beaten me to that conclusion…

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  1. Lavinia Ross

    A beautiful old stone wall, Quercus! Random photos are always fine.

    Derrick’s link comes up as Higgledy Piggledy Mom, too. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Yes, TP is correct, flying toilets are rather rare. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. tootlepedal

    “The featured image is completely random.” – Random but good. I like a dry stane dyke.

    To be fair it is not often that you see a flying toilet.

    I like the idea of Derrick as a candidate for the Darwin awards. I had a similar thought when I saw Jackie’s pictures.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      It is an image that will live on. I may never see another flying toilet.

      My grandfather was a drystone waller after his return home in 1919 and one of my cousins took up the trade, though he had to give it up after a car accident.

      In this part of the country a dike is a water-filled ditch. It’s amzing how language changes.

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