Of being a lazy person
How do people get anything done during summer? Even worse, when in love, during summer? I have a choice: I can take whatever responsible braincells* I have left and do my job or I can write here. Guess which has been winning?
Then there is the whole writing when sickeningly happy thing. MM and I discussed it earlier. I think there is something fundamentally bent** about writers. How is dipping your fingers in the black tar of hurt and fingerpainting words on any available surface not a little abnormal?
I think a wordsmith is one who can harvest that intensity and refine it, stopper it in an inkwell and later use a fine nib to write every day. I know that I don’t have that kind of talent/drive, so when I am as rib-huggingly happy, the last thing I want to do is trawl a dank basement stocked with jars of fermenting gall in order to scribble a quick ygm.
I wish I could go book shopping. Please note that I would rather dress in rags and have my hair done annually than go without visiting Tall Stories. I miss reading books. I’ve been so busy with work research, and Ye Olde Social Life, that caressing a pulpy spine is a guilty, very intermittent, occurrence. Oh and my car is proving to be a tad expensive. Lovely old dame that she may be.
1. Word of the day: peripatetic (The Sage: 1. traveling especially on foot 2. of or relating to Aristotle or his philosophy). I wonder how that one word came to mean such different things but I can see how it would make sense. Teachers way back when tended to travel a lot.
2. Insight of the day: Apparently nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. I wish I could wholeheartedly believe/embrace this because for me, as good as being thin feels, how can it be better than a spicy breyani which tastes of cream and earth? Or cocoa powdery mint ice cream freezing your mouth when sweat runs down your spine? That said, I need to start working out. The consequences of happiness of the mouth is not fun :/
3. State of the pool: stir me with a wooden spoon and whistle your favourite 70’s melodic rock tune :)
4. Joys of the day: 1. Talking with friends, MM and WaWa this morning and receiving counsel of both the sublime and the practical, 2. putting my chin on my hand and feeling the breeze on my face while daydreaming of Him, 3. kissing D’s still baby chubby cheek and feeling him squirm but then relent and throw little arms around my neck.
5. Awesomest lines: Billie Holiday – Fine & Mellow
6. Scripture lines: Philipians 2 (NIV)
1If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. 3Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. 4Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.
*Even the laziest of us have a few of these category 2, leadership jacket wearing, clipboard holding, shiny shoe, side parted bryl creemed cells primly bossing the rest of the braincells around. I think any folk who willingly join home owner’s associations or who go to local municipal meetings have rather a lot of these cells…
**The Afrikaans word “geknak” does it better justice.
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