I realised today that my 250-350 words a day are only skimming the surface. It was meant to be a minimum number but seems to have become the norm.
It would probably be possible to write a dozen 250 word posts during the day and give a better picture of my life. However, I have other things to do and if you think my life is dull now, just wait until I give you 3,000 words of it. It would be like having a sack of wet cement dropped on your head – grey, mind-numbing and burdensome. So I will stick to short sketches of the futility of my existence.
This morning was grey, but traffic was light. We had a few parcels to pack at work and a few auctions finished. We have ben listing things from the junk box this week. Just over half the lots sold, and though some of them made the minimum bid several made good money. This just goes to prove that the difference between junk and a desirable collectable is in the ye of the beholder.
We only have a couple of people who look in the junk box in the shop, but via eBay we have showed it to dozens, and several of them are now happy.
I spoke to a few customers, added more stuff to eBay and came home, where I had pasty and beans for tea (we didn’t feel like cooking much). They were ASDA pasties and not as good as Ginster’s. I knew this would be the case, but they were cheaper and I thought I’d give it a go. It wasn’t a pleasurable experience and I now feel a little bilious.
Then it was TV, snooze, waste time on eBay, blog and , now, make a drink before going to bed.
And that is my day summed up in 300 words. It isn’t much of a life, but it’s better than the alternative. Maybe it will get better. The picture is from a picture library and serves to remind me of mortality and greyness. It’s been that sort of day.
I’m with Derrick. You will have to try a lot harder if you want to bore us.
Remind me to tell you about my collection of transport tokens . . .
Yes, you’re in for a treat in the next few weeks – have around fifty now, which is enough for a blog post. 🙂
I have to ask about pasty and beans. Not at all familiar with this!
Baked beans are our tinned version of Boston baked beans. I believe they are viewed with disdain (and sometimes disbelief) by Americans.
It is not a high quality meal. 🙂
I wonder whether you could write a dull blog post?
I thought I was . . .
I had a real highlight today. I did all last night’s dishes and then cleaned the stove top. And I had a chat with my next door neighbour. His main point was solid belief in the imminent collapse of the United States. He put it in more succinct Aussie words.
During the Djokovic Affair, I have to admit to admiring the direct and succinct words of the Australians. 🙂
There is something to be said for honest labour and a chat with a neighbour. Maybe I should learn to be content with what I have and not dream of being interesting . . .
It’s hard to get out to do things now that would be an interesting blog. Chin up. Not to be too Micawber like, “Something will turn up.”
It always does, I suppose. 🙂
I think most of us live routine lives and take pleasure from simple things.
Yes, I’m sure that is true, but it’s human nature to think other people are richer, more talented and have more interesting lives. Well, my nature.
Nothing wrong with a slow day. The photo of mortality and greyness is a good composition quite beautiful. It does speak volumes. I don’t know if you can view this song by Rory Block, but it came to mind with that photo.
It’s the other 27 dull days that start to create a problem for me. I really should have done something in that time. I( always thought Rory was a man’s name – so I got a good song and an education at the same time! 🙂