Uninspired
Not too bad a Saturday, woke to blue skies. Clouding over now though and rain is expected over the rest of the weekend. My mood often mirrors the sky, and that is probably a good reason to move to Nelson region which gets the most sunny days in all of NZ.
Got some work to do, and I'll do it too.
Got up about 9am and read the Bible, then went to make myself a proper weekend breakfast. Fried tomato, sauteed mushrooms with pesto, two eggs sunny side up and two slices of toast. Strangely, it didn't taste anything like what I expected it to taste. Not the same when one is eating alone I guess. Cooking the tomato halves and mushrooms on the pan over the gas fire reminded me of cooking on the gas barbeque out at Pah Rd.
Bought a book Middlesex by the guy who wrote the Virgin Suicides from Borders yesterday. Went in with an intent to buy a book, but nothing in particular in mind. My criteria were: fat (to last me the next two weekends at least), light (taking it in my luggage), complex (to engage my mind) but not entirely about love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery. That last one was born as I meandered around the aisles. I couldn't have known before I began looking that *that* many books were about love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery. Books pretending to be good solid novels too. I'm tired of love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery! Get on with yer lives and do something else meaningful! Take up a hobby, meet friends, discuss politics, have a cook out, get in the workshop, go see an exhibition, have a walk, clean the house, join a class, pick some flowers, take up knitting, hop on a train to somewhere you've never been to. And stop navel gazing!!!!
Sigh. Cranky. I don't want to work, I empathise with the dog who's lying next to me and who gets up periodically to whimper to me, or goes downstairs and whimpers to P. The dog is bored, and don't I know it. And I feel the same way buddy. Well, not bored, just inert. But I know I'll feel better when the work's done, so the trick is to not think about it, and just do it. No I don't feel like it, oh but I'm gonna.
Got some work to do, and I'll do it too.
Got up about 9am and read the Bible, then went to make myself a proper weekend breakfast. Fried tomato, sauteed mushrooms with pesto, two eggs sunny side up and two slices of toast. Strangely, it didn't taste anything like what I expected it to taste. Not the same when one is eating alone I guess. Cooking the tomato halves and mushrooms on the pan over the gas fire reminded me of cooking on the gas barbeque out at Pah Rd.
Bought a book Middlesex by the guy who wrote the Virgin Suicides from Borders yesterday. Went in with an intent to buy a book, but nothing in particular in mind. My criteria were: fat (to last me the next two weekends at least), light (taking it in my luggage), complex (to engage my mind) but not entirely about love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery. That last one was born as I meandered around the aisles. I couldn't have known before I began looking that *that* many books were about love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery. Books pretending to be good solid novels too. I'm tired of love affairs/sexual escapades/adultery! Get on with yer lives and do something else meaningful! Take up a hobby, meet friends, discuss politics, have a cook out, get in the workshop, go see an exhibition, have a walk, clean the house, join a class, pick some flowers, take up knitting, hop on a train to somewhere you've never been to. And stop navel gazing!!!!
Sigh. Cranky. I don't want to work, I empathise with the dog who's lying next to me and who gets up periodically to whimper to me, or goes downstairs and whimpers to P. The dog is bored, and don't I know it. And I feel the same way buddy. Well, not bored, just inert. But I know I'll feel better when the work's done, so the trick is to not think about it, and just do it. No I don't feel like it, oh but I'm gonna.