Keep wanting to write things. Wake up and want to write things. Think of things I want to write. Never get around to writing though. Have realised that in order to blog you have to apply yourself and make time to do it. Not as a chore. No never that. As a chunk of time I devote to just thinking/typing/rambling.
If the rest of the world has moved on to twitter I don't care. I very much want to continue to blog. Some of the best blogs I read are virtual voices of people of all ages who, in my mind, are leaving a trail of words that, should they ever be followed, lead their family or their friends to a place sometimes worth visiting.
So yet again, I am visiting the inside of my head and putting it into print....maybe when I have alzheimers or dementia, I will backtrack and read these ramblings and they will make me remember....possibly smile.
Anyhoo...........I feel quite chipper today. Don't know why, but I'm not going to worry about that, just roll with it. Choir last night was hard work ... the lady next to me kept saying 'is that a c? a g?/who is doing the descant? /you really don't read music??' and yet again I felt like a right idiot...but I'm not giving up yet.
Bought a lovely pair of boots in a charity shop. Cooked a spaghetti tonight ready for tea tomorrow...how organised is that? Am reading a good book. Am not daunted by the very large pile of ironing threatening to topple over and kill the cats. Had a friend over to stay on Friday night...booked tickets for a gig.
Have spoken to both of my kids today....one absolutely adoring being at Uni., and the other applying for a job (if anyone is reading this and feels so inclined then please do cross fingers for him..thank you) and I am ignoring any bad news in the media and just taking each day as it comes. I have no control over lots of things in life. Will accept that. Have joined a photography club so hopefully over time will post some half way decent pictures here....the photos on the blogs I read are amazing. Am totally ignoring grammar/spelling/compostion etc., on this blog....feels freeing to be able to just witter away.
Might go and pour myself a glass of wine now...what do you think? should I?