An eerily productive day today, considering I got very little done. A contradiction for certain, but true. Grey matter firing up nicely.
I was up in good time today but took the computer back to bed thinking I would get some writing done. I didn't, but read some interesting stuff, including a lot more for Richard Herring's blog, Warming Up. He has kept it up every day since 2003 which is an enviable achievement. On top of that, a lot of it is a good read. I'm up to November 2006. http://www.richardherring.com/warmingup/
An hour or so of my afternoon was taken up on Facebook with my friends S and E riffing tea and cake jokes off each other. I think we made up a lot of good stuff, shame it gets lost in the ether. Will it work reprinted here?
S: "I tried to commit suicide by sticking my head in the oven but there was cake in it."
D: "Was it Death by Chocolate?"
or this?
S: “My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished 2 bags of M&M's and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.”
D: "Shit, I was done, mine just told me to have a milky drink before bed. He suggested he come over to administer it, but I couldn't afford the fees."
I think you had to be there. We had a good time though.
I had run out of teabags. That never happens. Tea is very, very important to me, and I felt strange without it. Like when I used to leave the baby with someone. Something big was missing, except it wasn't big, just some dried leaves in a paper pouch that can be soaked in water then thrown away. I had a very brief thought that I wouldn't go and get more, just as an experiment to see what happened. I've temporarily given up several foodstuffs over my lifetime: meat, butter on bread, junk food, chocolate, cake, pastry, milk in tea. Never tea itself though. As I was thinking this, I was drinking a cup of skimmed milk. Why am I always so fat? I drink skimmed milk for goodness sake. Surely the French Fancies are not betraying me. Only 105 calories each they tell me. That's for one serving, a box of eight surely. It was the shortest giving up of a foodstuff on record, twenty seconds. I went out for teabags. There was never any doubt.
Later that afternoon, I sat in McDonalds with my notebook and my first cup of the tea of the day. I couldn't write anything, but was feeling observant. There was a man with a small child, about a year old. I watched him put her safe in a high chair. He left his keys and credit card on the table and disappeared. Seconds later, he was back with a balloon that he tied to her dress. She pulled on the string a few times. He shared his fries with her, picked up her hat twice when she had looked up at the balloon and it had fallen from the back of her head. The two were engaged with each other but absolutely silent. It was like an exercise in non-verbal communication, quite beautiful.
In a communications contrast, there was a shouting, masculine, midlands accented voice. With the tones that an adult will only use towards a child. "You're so disgusting, you're the only one in here doing it, STOP DOING THAT. You will be taken out YOU WILL BE", a reverberating slap, shrill screaming. It was enough to quieten the place down.
Went to B&Q to get a loo seat. Not much has changed, and I remembered the aisle numbers, go me. Nick was great and fixed it on as soon as he got home. I also bought a big load of bin bags as I aim to throw out some old clothes tomorrow, feeling a bit inspired since Nina and I did all the good work yesterday. Tomorrow I might feel different though. It's time to get on with stuff. That's for certain.
I was up in good time today but took the computer back to bed thinking I would get some writing done. I didn't, but read some interesting stuff, including a lot more for Richard Herring's blog, Warming Up. He has kept it up every day since 2003 which is an enviable achievement. On top of that, a lot of it is a good read. I'm up to November 2006. http://www.richardherring.com/warmingup/
An hour or so of my afternoon was taken up on Facebook with my friends S and E riffing tea and cake jokes off each other. I think we made up a lot of good stuff, shame it gets lost in the ether. Will it work reprinted here?
S: "I tried to commit suicide by sticking my head in the oven but there was cake in it."
D: "Was it Death by Chocolate?"
or this?
S: “My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished 2 bags of M&M's and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.”
D: "Shit, I was done, mine just told me to have a milky drink before bed. He suggested he come over to administer it, but I couldn't afford the fees."
I think you had to be there. We had a good time though.
I had run out of teabags. That never happens. Tea is very, very important to me, and I felt strange without it. Like when I used to leave the baby with someone. Something big was missing, except it wasn't big, just some dried leaves in a paper pouch that can be soaked in water then thrown away. I had a very brief thought that I wouldn't go and get more, just as an experiment to see what happened. I've temporarily given up several foodstuffs over my lifetime: meat, butter on bread, junk food, chocolate, cake, pastry, milk in tea. Never tea itself though. As I was thinking this, I was drinking a cup of skimmed milk. Why am I always so fat? I drink skimmed milk for goodness sake. Surely the French Fancies are not betraying me. Only 105 calories each they tell me. That's for one serving, a box of eight surely. It was the shortest giving up of a foodstuff on record, twenty seconds. I went out for teabags. There was never any doubt.
Later that afternoon, I sat in McDonalds with my notebook and my first cup of the tea of the day. I couldn't write anything, but was feeling observant. There was a man with a small child, about a year old. I watched him put her safe in a high chair. He left his keys and credit card on the table and disappeared. Seconds later, he was back with a balloon that he tied to her dress. She pulled on the string a few times. He shared his fries with her, picked up her hat twice when she had looked up at the balloon and it had fallen from the back of her head. The two were engaged with each other but absolutely silent. It was like an exercise in non-verbal communication, quite beautiful.
In a communications contrast, there was a shouting, masculine, midlands accented voice. With the tones that an adult will only use towards a child. "You're so disgusting, you're the only one in here doing it, STOP DOING THAT. You will be taken out YOU WILL BE", a reverberating slap, shrill screaming. It was enough to quieten the place down.
Went to B&Q to get a loo seat. Not much has changed, and I remembered the aisle numbers, go me. Nick was great and fixed it on as soon as he got home. I also bought a big load of bin bags as I aim to throw out some old clothes tomorrow, feeling a bit inspired since Nina and I did all the good work yesterday. Tomorrow I might feel different though. It's time to get on with stuff. That's for certain.
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