.... she is not much better, she is much the same.
These are apparently lines written by a Bengali poet about the circumstances surrounding the death of Queen Victoria, but they sum me up today. Well, not dead yet here at any rate - but have had a day of such vacuousness that I might as well be. I hope they have Spider Solitaire in heaven, or I won't know what to do with myself during eternity. (Yes - I know, eternity doesn't mean the same as everlasting... but let's not have a row about that).
Yesterday I had a jolly chatty day with Anna T and Marion - and had my hair done by the v. agreeable Tim. I got up today - and after breakfast slumped into a sort of anomie for most of the day - apart from a constructive hour reading in the sunshine. I took Finn to his cornet lesson, I chatted to various parties on Facebook. I supervised Finn cooking supper - and washed up. Then I just indulged in a bit of mild self-hatred - now I am going to watch tv, since compared with the majority of the day, it will feel constructive.
Tommorrow is another jolly social day - but I am too worried about impending doom to care. I tried to think of something constructive to do about money - but all that was in my power was to buy a lottery ticket. It will be all right the inner voice says - I do hope it's the Holy Spirit and not some magnificent delusion.
Mark is thinking of applying for a prestigious heritage related scholarship - he would have to go to California for at least 3 months... I am encouraging the application. If he got it, Ned would be at university and I would just have Finn to quarrel with about A-levels and work etc. An interesting prospect.
These are apparently lines written by a Bengali poet about the circumstances surrounding the death of Queen Victoria, but they sum me up today. Well, not dead yet here at any rate - but have had a day of such vacuousness that I might as well be. I hope they have Spider Solitaire in heaven, or I won't know what to do with myself during eternity. (Yes - I know, eternity doesn't mean the same as everlasting... but let's not have a row about that).
Yesterday I had a jolly chatty day with Anna T and Marion - and had my hair done by the v. agreeable Tim. I got up today - and after breakfast slumped into a sort of anomie for most of the day - apart from a constructive hour reading in the sunshine. I took Finn to his cornet lesson, I chatted to various parties on Facebook. I supervised Finn cooking supper - and washed up. Then I just indulged in a bit of mild self-hatred - now I am going to watch tv, since compared with the majority of the day, it will feel constructive.
Tommorrow is another jolly social day - but I am too worried about impending doom to care. I tried to think of something constructive to do about money - but all that was in my power was to buy a lottery ticket. It will be all right the inner voice says - I do hope it's the Holy Spirit and not some magnificent delusion.
Mark is thinking of applying for a prestigious heritage related scholarship - he would have to go to California for at least 3 months... I am encouraging the application. If he got it, Ned would be at university and I would just have Finn to quarrel with about A-levels and work etc. An interesting prospect.
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