Posts Tagged ‘rambling’

Eek!

Another year draws to a close and this one’s been a little odd. I guess if it was a Victorian children’s novel, chapter 2009 would be subtitled “In which many things long since dead were laid to rest and a surprising new door opens.”

So, I’m forty next year. Not yet, but nearly. One thing that has provided me with much amusement over the last year has been watching the ridiculous mid-life crises of people who should know better. As a lot of my friends are of a comparable age, there’s a great deal of panic and flapping taking place about the impending arrival (and, in some cases, passing) of the big Four-Oh. It really is hilarious.

The ravages of time notwithstanding, I appear to be faring well in this regard. I still don’t feel like I’m almost forty but also have no desire to go rushing about pretending I’m twenty-five. The best aspect of the whole thing is that a lot of people – especially work mates – are beginning to accept my curmudgeonly behaviour on the grounds that ‘I’m getting on a bit’ and that’s fine by me 🙂

Got a fair few things in my life nailed down now and managed to cultivate a certain ‘stillness’ within me. It’s nice to feel anchored these days, rather than constantly feeling cast about by the whims of time and tide.

I still need more bookshelves. That appears to be the plus ca meme chose in my life. Everything else ebbs and flows, but the need for bookshelves remains constant.

Also this year, I’ve witnessed the blossoming of my eldest child into a Team Fortress player of awe-inspiring ability. His mastery of sniping-on-the-hoof is breathtaking and a little annoying. One day I’ll get him on Q3A, then we’ll see who the boss is.

Of course, my attention span seems to be decreasing in indirect proportion to my age – I’m fed up of typing now. I’ll muse a bit more as the year dies its hideous lingering death.

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A thought.

There comes a time, with some people, when you have to decide whether their seeming inability to understand the simplest of things is because they WON’T LISTEN or because they are actually just thick.

Arrogance and stupidity are sometimes difficult to tell apart.

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Bit quiet, huh? I guess the reason for that is that there just aren’t enough hours in the day. Too many people to meet up with, too much stuff to do, too much coffee to drink, too many books to read, too much work to keep up with. And there it is.

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Aww!

Poor Nelefa.org is getting a little abandoned these days. With most of my burbling being done on Facebook, there’s little point in posting here unless I have something specific to say. Except for today, of course, when I have absolutely nothing to say but am posting here anyway.

Well, I SAY I have nothing to say but what I am in fact saying is that I’m not saying anything because I don’t have anything to say.

Got it? Good-oh.

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Woohoo!

Two weeks holiday! And I have my children staying with me for the whole time! Double win!

Yay!

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Gab gab gab

So, I’m back at work after a particularly restful holiday. Restful for everything except my gob, that is. I’ve spent an unholy amount of time sitting in Starbucks gabbing, sitting in the living room gabbing (until the sun came up!), sitting in the garden gabbing, and just generally, you know, gabbing.

Am I gabbed out? Not at all! I’m now busily thinking of new places in which to gab.

Gab gab gab.

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So….

…there appears to be a conspicuous absense of Orange Stupid in the office today. It’s like we’ve been granted a temporary reprieve or a stay of execution. I guess it’s only a matter of time before it returns. However, let’s take a minute to have a little look around.

I went for a nap at lunchtime yesterday. The sun was out and there was a lovely mid-June warmth in the air. That, coupled with a fresh sea breeze from the harbour, made it eminently nappable. So, not wanting to lie on the grass exposed to the various bitey-stingy-clawy beasts, I opted for the car approach. I at least had the foresight to set the alarm so I wouldn’t over snooze, but as it was the birdsong, breeze and murmers of traffic soon lulled me into a full-on one-leg-out-the-window, arms akimbo snorefest. Which was nice.

It looks like I’m going to be in London for part of next week, so I’m debating whether or not to apply the same technique to my usual on-the-plane snooze.

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Random Fact

Two wrongs don't make a right, but two Wrights did once make an aeroplane. Unless you're talking integer maths where two wrongs DO actually make a right. Also, three lefts make a right.