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 Derrick 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.
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 would make a dreadful criminal.
Ah well, washing up it is then…
The featured image is completely random.
How can you so successfully pull off a post full of lists without making it look like procrastination? How can one be nominated for a Darwin Award? I think I might stand a chance.
“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…
I really am LOLling
Well, they always say laughing is good for you, so maybe I have done something useful for once. 🙂
🙂
A beautiful old stone wall, Quercus! Random photos are always fine.
Derrick’s link comes up as Higgledy Piggledy Mom, too. 🙂
Yes, TP is correct, flying toilets are rather rare. 🙂
I will fix the link. nThank you.
“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.
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.