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Tuesday’s Second Post

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I have 26 minutes to get this posted, which is quite a task, so I’d better get on with it.

Most of the time has been spent watching TV, but Julia isn’t feeling well – still post-Covid from what she says (I am suffering some of the same symptoms, but in a milder form). I thought I’d spend some time sitting in the same room as her, chatting and being attentive. I like to think she appreciated my efforts.

I have had another tanka accepted and Failed Haiku is out (Issue 94). I assume that link will eventually become useless. I’m on page 24 if anyone wants to pop over and look.

Nineteen minutes to go . ..

I’ve now hit a wall. Can’t think of a thing to say. I’ve already reported on last night’s meeting. And you’ve heard enough about the boring life of shopkeepers recently. It will be our wedding anniversary soon. It’s always a stressful time of year as I have to provide three thoughtful and imaginative presents in two months (Wedding Anniversary, Julia’s birthday and Christmas).

The stress starts with remembering all the dates. The Wedding Anniversary is quite close to the end of this month. Fortunately, Julia did an embroidery to commemorate that. It’s hanging ao a wall upstairs, so I can check thee exact date nearer the time.

Julia’s birthday is early in the month. So was her fathers, and so was the birthday of an old girlfriend from my early days, when I remembered dates better. So, I remember three dates in November, and have to make sure I don’t mix them up.

Christmas, of course, is easy. Well, it is if you ignore the evidence that suggests he was born in April or September, and probably between 6BC and 4BC.

I really should start writing these dates in my diary.

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Early(ish) one morning

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Last night I went to bed a t a reasonable time, slept reasonably well and, around 5.30 found myself lying in bed ordering if it was time to get up. It wasn’t, I decided. It was cold, dark and definitely time to go back to sleep. I did this for a while, then decided to get up anyway. It’s now 8.05 and I have already answered my comments and eaten a large plate of scrambled eggs. The egg shortage seems to be over for now and they are a great source of protein and other good stuff.

I note that Derrick Knight is also up and about because he answered my answers to his comments.

I thought I’d knock out a blog post before setting off for work so I don’t need to worry about doing one tonight. I’ve been getting steadily worse at blogging reliably, which is one of the reasons I decided that writing before breakfast might be a good idea.

The new issue of Drifting Sands Haibun  (or dsh as it is generally styled) is out now. I am, of course, telling you this, because I have a piece in there and, as it’s an on-line journal, I can provide a link.

I’ve done that dreadful writer thing. Last night I remembered to check if it was on-line, went straight to my own piece. Read it. Read the editor’s comments and started doing something else. Today I read one poem and posted the link on my blog. I think this is one of the reasons I am not writing so freely at the moment – not enough reading. Unfortunately with Christmas and various other things (my talk on medallions is only two months away and I haven’t really got much shape in it yet) my reading time seems limited. I must do something about that.

However, my life is full of good intentions and rather short of actual results.

And on that note, I will potter off to work and pack some parcels.