When I was a young man I used to work six days a week. We did the five weekdays then alternated Saturday or Sunday. I used to swap with someone else. He liked Saturdays off because he liked to go into town with his friends and I used to like Sundays off because I liked to watch motor racing, which was mainly on Sundays. In those days shops didn’t open on Sundays.
It worked well as a system, but I always wanted to get to a level where I didn’t have to work at weekends. Eventually I did. Then I started in the antiques trade, which meant I was back to weekend working. Now, at the twilight end of my career, I’m back to working Saturdays.
I sit here typing and wondering how I have ended up working on Saturdays. I’m not stressed about it. In practice it makes little difference to my life, but I can’t help wondering what happened to my career trajectory and the successful life I had planned.
I can’t really complain as I have a roof over my head, tolerant wife and food in the cupboards. It comes back to gratitude and knowing when you have enough. I touched on this yesterday, and today is another example. If I was living on a windy hillside in a plastic tent, and ten thousand refugees for neighbours, my dripping gutter would seem like paradise.
I wonder why we can organise a war in Ukraine, but we can’t attain world peace. It’s easier, I suppose, to shoot someone than help them. You have to wonder whether an international cull of politicians would help bring about world peace, shooting them being easier than re-educating them.
By 5pm I am hoping to be in a more cheerful mood.
The news is pretty depressing to listen to these days. The human condition going forward will most likely always be what it always has been, with small improvements along the way, and a long way yet to go. I think I sent you this link on the Gombe Chimpanzee War.
Yes, it is an interesting look at what we are doomed to be, despite our good intentions.
I sometimes feel that politicians get a bit too much abuse. They are often at the mercy of the immensely ignorant people who own national newspapers and TV Channels in various countries. Mind you, when the politicians get control of the press, they behave even worse.
That is because you are a man of positive outlook and misplaced faith. Politicians will always be with us, but so will war, pestilence and famine. I’m not sure which I prefer . . .
Only 3 hours left – clearly you are expecting England to beat Ireland
I never expect England to beat anyone. That way I limit my sadness. 🙂