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An hour to waste…

As I said yesterday, I should calm down and be nicer and more patient so I’m writing this while I’m practising waiting. This is different  to merely waiting because there is an element of choice about it. I’m waiting patiently and trying to be positive.

And they say men can’t multi-task.

I saw one on Sunday who could push a shopping trolley, look at his phone, give a bad example to his children and breathe through his mouth, all at the same time.

I’m currently waiting for a gas company surveyor to check our new earthing arrangements ready for the renewal of the heating system.

They gave us a four hour time slot and I have had to take a morning off work. Fortunately they just rang to say they would be here just before 9.00, so I will actually be able to get to work on time. If this wasn’t the case I’m sure this post would have been a lot less positive.

It’s not that I really want to go to work, but I have little to commend me as an employee other than reliability and I don’t want to lose that.

Today, in addition to attempting to be more positive, I’m pondering the nature of diaries. I kept one sporadically when I was about ten, then another when I was about sixteen and in my poetic phase. Neither of them gave any hint that one day I would be a blogger with five years of blogging behind me, though it’s fair to say that they did give evidence to suggest that my spelling, grammar and punctuation would  need work. Looking back on old posts this is a theme which continues. I cannot believe how bad some of my old posts are in terms of typos, proof reading and poor writing.

This is about the time of year I normally start thinking of good intentions, New Year Resolutions and writing projects.

I have just about cured myself of the curse of New Year Resolutions and now know that good intentions butter no parsnips. However, what would life be without something to look forward to?

And so, it looks like I may become a diarist.

This, in my mind, means writing words on paper with a pen, rather than blogging, which is about cluttering cyberspace with links and pixels and all sorts of stuff I don’t understand.

Which all comes back to patience. I can knock out a blog post with a computer, some random overspill from a cluttered mind and a few spare minutes. But a diary, in my imagination at least, requires time and space and the gathering of thoughts at the end of the day. Possibly a leather topped desk, a log fire and a smoking jacket…

Sounds good.

 

 

 

Thoughts on Diet and Multi-Tasking

I’ve gone back to using the netbook. It may be slow but I can use it while I sit in front of the TV and talk to Julia. I think I finally have the hang of this multi-tasking thing.

It won’t be a regular return, as it’s already irritating me by lagging and locking up.

Apart from the time element, this also makes me feel less like writing and less like posting photos.

However, it does leave more time for tea and Julia.

This, in turn, means Julia is able to discuss my character faults in greater detail.

The actual benefits of multi-tasking are, I feel, debatable.

Today I have consumed oranges, an apple, blueberries, raspberries, tomato, onion and courgettes. I am therefore healthy, virtuous and in no danger of constipation. I did fit in a bowl of cereal, a small pork pie, a cheese cob and a pork chop too, so there’s still some work to do on my diet. And a doughnut and a piece of fudge. That’s the trouble with being virtuous, there’s always a bit of sugar lurking about, ready to throw itself down your throat.

Nothing exciting happened today. We had a few strange questions via eBay this morning, which took half an hour to answer tactfully.

I’m not sure if it’s actually confirmed by legislation but it does seem to be a widely accepted there is a basic human right to be a gibbering idiot, so you have to be polite.

It’s strange how eBay has become the international gathering place for such people. You’d think that people who were that stupid wouldn’t be able to operate a computer.

 

 

 

 

A Haibun

I’m watching TV and typing on my laptop. I am thus able to blog, watch TV and develop a Repetitive Strain Injury at the same time.

Currently, I’m pondering the question of haibun. Having spent ages labouring over villanelles and sonnets, and often discarding the malformed results, it seems like cheating to call a haibun a poem. It is, after all, only a few lines of text and up to seventeen syllables of haiku. The main challenge isn’t the poetry, it’s the brevity.

You could probably write a blog post, add a haiku and call the whole thing a haibun. In fact, I know you can, because that’s what I’m about to do.

 

waking stiff

too old to doze in chairs

another sign