Finish Line

Lots to write about (allegedly) as it would appear that I have not been keeping my  side of my promise, blog writing is exactly what I should have been doing, however life over took me (that is work life) and gave me a shoeing, I headed towards the finish line thinking that I had everything under control, only for me to pop my knee and for me to be once again limping at an Olympic standard, then spinning plates that I thought I had under control came crashing down but again as always I digress let’s see what’s in my list of notes to write about?

The title of the last blog came from the Lonely Robot album I was singing praises loud and clear, I didn’t think that it would be that hard but it appears that it was, a touch of vitriol from some of you the discerning readers hey ho it’s not meant to be easy, but I don’t think I could have made it an easier, let’s see who gets this one then?

I keep giving myself injury after injury the fatter I get the more I walk like a bloody penguin, I keep stubbing my toes as I try and get through the debris that litters our house, Furniture and the such like, I would laugh if it wasn’t so painful, and if the wife throws me anymore bloody fish I will pppppick up something to throw back at her (biscuit joke if you are not English you may not get that reference) health issues are the order of the day and the walking like a penguin is one of the ones I have to watch because of my diabetes.

Work was work I did bite off way more than I could chew, but I had to try as there is nobody to pick up my slack when I’m not there, thanks to new technology I am at least keeping abreast of my emails, not replying just deleting the minutia that I don’t need, the weekend I intended to lay waste to vast tracts of work, I wasn’t helped that I lost seven inspections, no copies these were the  only copies, no chance of remembering all the details I was in panic stations wasting nearly 5 hours of time that I didn’t have trying to locate them, a sleepless night on the Saturday night and me pleading with the wife to take me in early just so I could rest my weary brain one way or the other, I soldiered on with all the other work, finally finishing and tidying up the wasteland that was my desk only to find the reports, I nearly cried, I copied and uploaded the report’s finishing literally minutes before the wife picked me up, as I flopped into the passenger seat I was a happy camper (for once).

Through the week I had been enjoying some serious bus seat bingo the bus times had changed and the bus I had been getting at silly o’clock didn’t turn up, imagine my surprise when I discovered all of the missing participants on the later bus, I'm not sure they were that happy to see me as I was to see them, let’s just say I enjoyed my jaunts to work, I’m wondering if they are missing me this week as I’m not travelling by bus.

I am admitting defeat with my sleep apnea mask (bomber command) I feel tremendously energized when I can wear it for more than three hours a night however that is not the case I’m switching it off and removing it in a quite civilized manner after less than an hour, I don’t even know I’m doing it, as I'm fast a sleep! it has caused a few bouts of verbal sparring over the last few months, I’m sick of it now and I’m genuinely unhappy that I’m giving up, however I think it would be better off been given too somebody who will get more use out of it than I currently am, I will have to endure the consequences to come.

Numbers seem to peak after about four days and then sporadically older blogs get a few hits so I should in reality be looking to blog every 5 or 6 days, the numbers seem to be pretty consistent, it would appear that have indeed found my ceiling for readers with only the occasional spike heavenwards, so now I know what I’m working with I need to polish and improve, it would also appear that the local readership has  started to dry up, not a lot I can do about that, I will endeavor to re-engage however I think the fact that we rarely cross our threshold there’s not that much too hold the local reader, something me and the wife are trying our best to put right!

The good weather arrived at the back end of last week which didn’t lighten my soul at all after crossing the finish line I haven’t wanted to do anything remotely outdoorsy! Today I ventured out to the quacks twice, it didn’t make me happy, but that’s for another blog………. Maybe! this week is flying over I need to get my back side into gear just so I can do some of the thousands of little jobs that need to be done, including continuing with a blog and not one of me whining (which seems to be the norm of late) so let’s see what you think of my thought for the day!

The human mind is very adept at labeling. If left to its own devices, it will label situations, things, places, and people. It's a pretty handy almost like one of those phone apps everybody is downloading at the moment. Except when it comes to people. Over time those labels tend to solidify and harden. They become all we can see. They become what we experience. The true depth of a person, the breathtaking miracle of their very existence, is replaced with a word. A sound. An assemblage of vowels and consonants. Ink or digital letters on paper or screen. Which is why I sometimes try to look at people and see them, one of the best things in the world is to people watch try it sometime it’s fantastic, witness them if you will, without immediately attaching a mental label. This is especially fun to do in a crowded public place. Not a toilet people will think that you are weird! After a few minutes of practicing nonjudgmental looking, I find my heart filling with affection (or is it bile) for total strangers. It's an extraordinary experience. I encourage you to try it sometime. Be warned though, when you feel affection, you can't stop smiling. This may cause total strangers to react fearfully, or, in the north east of England, say, "What the hell are you looking at, ya f*****g' freak?!" "F*****g' freak" being your new label.

And that’s me done there will be a blog at the weekend something historical could be the order of the day but first some of the little jobs I have been promising myself (and the wife) that I will complete, I have a day too myself coming up with some shredding and just a little bit of work to complete, so onwards not as bleak as I was feeling at the start of the week, which if I’m honest was simply mental exhaustion, a best foot forward every day until the next time ………...Toodles!