“It is completely unimportant. That is why it is so interesting!” - Agatha Christie

 Wednesday was a 'lost' day (but not in mystical castaway sense, although they did both had a disappointing ending). I got up late, but more through boredom and lack of central heating, than tiredness. Since I almost literally had nothing to do, I just stayed in my dressing gown and moped (that's the verb, not the underpowered mode of transport). I really cannot say how the day was spent (not through a desire for secrecy though). Somehow, I managed to miss the fact that the earliest snow for years had been falling,  and falling, and falling.

Looking out into my little yard, my littler car is hidden by a cosy looking blanket of perfect white snow. There is something magical in the way new snow can transform the mundane and familiar (maybe I should get ME some?). 

Sadly it all too soon turns to slush and soaks your socks (there's a metaphor for life in there somewhere). 

In another startlingly cliched revelation, I simply cannot believe how quickly such a dull and miserable year has gone by. My roller coaster has simply cranked to the top, and I'm hurtling to the all too soon conclusion. Sadly, you can't simply queue up and go around again. 

One passenger, one ride.

 (a couple of days later)

I somehow forgot to publish that/this post, so here's a tiny bit more. It's after midnight, but outside it looks almost like twilight. The sky is so light from the snow clouds and the ground so white, the light out there really is quite eerie!
I got a text around midday (in itself a rare event). It was from Billie, asking me to acquire a sledge for her (I wasn't expecting to see her today). I acquired a sledge, and delivered it (and her) to her home after school. What a scamp!

Nothing continues to happen, my beloved projector is still away for repair, and I'm trying to avoid wine for a while (well at least 5 days! - 5 whole days), so not even my usual diversions to , er, 'divert' me.
I'm almost looking forward to going back to work next week (almost), I'm just so very very bored.
Tomorrow, more of the same, I imagine.


(oh, I almost forgot, keeping a great tradition alive, I had a terrible haircut yesterday- see numerous previous posts - it really wasn't what I asked for!)

"I've put something aside for a rainy day, it's an umbrella." - Tim Vine

“Where there's music there can be love” - French Proverb

Well I'm on holiday, why doesn't that excite me more? It's around 2am on Tuesday morning.

I received a letter informing me I'd be on half pay from the next payday. I was a bit shocked, as I've been back at work for five weeks now. I spoke to 'someone' in human resources, who said he'd sort it out, but until I see that payslip, I have my doubts.

We've had some most excellent patients in the last week. Gentlemen in their late 70s and early 80s, who really define the term 'Gentlemen'. The type of fellow who wears a tie and jacket even when just popping to the shops. They often have a 'Ronald Coleman' moustache, impeccable manners and a loving family - here's hoping! A pleasure to look after.

Despite my proclaiming that I rarely feel lonely, well I often do. Especially these last couple of weeks, the anniversary of that most wonderful trip.

My projector is still away for repair, but that didn't stop me from enjoying last nights 'Dexter'. The most tense , and enjoyable show on TV at the moment.

End of line...

(I'm so excited about this film...)

"I've got an Elvis address book. Trouble is after I'd written Graceland in it I couldn't think of any others." - Tim Vine

“Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.” - Stephen Wright

Remember when I used to post everyday? What on Earth was I babbling about? Oh! - fair enough.

Well, I've been back at work over a month now, and was supposed to have a fortnights holiday next week, but for some reason I didn't get it ( I was using it as some kind of mental health beacon, i.e,. I was quite looking forward to it). The reason, I surmise - there wasn't enough staff to cover, but it would have been nice to have been told that rather than just find out accidentally, I'm a big fan of good manners. (See - I must be getting back to normal ! complaining about stuff!)

There's something annoyingly niggling in the back of my mind, and it's informing everything I do, without me being consciously aware of what it is. 
Maybe I'm just coming down with something. 
I wonder if it's connected, but I have been experiencing rather a lot of 'deja vu' moments recently (in fact this tangent only appeared because of experiencing one amid the last paragraph). I believe (perhaps erroneously, go google it) these are due to miscommunication between the left and right sides of the brain, maybe I'm mentally and physically crazy now? (that was a joke, by the way). 

“Anywhere is walking distance, if you've got the time.”

"Who would write, who had anything better to do?" - Lord Byron

 "And if a double-decker bus,
Crashes into us,
To die by your side,
Is such a heavenly way to die"

Just sense that waning interest. 

As you probably guessed, I'm on my days off and that means wine, which often leads to a blog entry, so here we are. 

First I had a strange comment on a posting from July, - " really appreciate YOU -- thanks a lot! ".

What on earth does that mean and who is it from ? It doesn't look like the usual spam. Can anyone enlighten me? (about anything at all!).

Last night I fell asleep on the living room floor, and woke up at 2.45 (of the a.m. variety). I fell asleep listening to the (fabulous and very moving) soundtrack to  "Vertigo" (by Bernard Herrmann, of course) and consequently (I imagine) had some very strange and disturbing dreams. It was all I could do to (almost literally) drag myself up to bed. 

Strangely, I hardly ever feel lonely anymore, and I know that lack of loneliness is in itself a worry, and maybe a symptom. I hope it's just a phase, or possibly a coping mechanism.

I pulled the door off my microwave the other day (wear and tear rather than anger, by the way) another unexpected expense, but rather funny in retrospect. 

Being back at work is now becoming the norm, but it still seems a little strange and other worldly. In a couple of days I'll have been back a month, but it feels like seconds, but simultaneously, an eternity.

Life remains pointless, but at least I don't want to end it anytime soon (anymore!)  

 

“Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.” - David gerrold

“The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it” - Mark Twain

“It takes a genius to whine appealingly.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Blurg... I am once again, quite intoxicated. that usually means two things...

I've been back at work two weeks now, and my last shift was, well, almost tolerable. Let's see what happens.  

In my drunken state I can admit that for whatever reason, Barbara is never far from my mind. Her birthday is coming up soon, should I send her some sort of card?  Should I do anything at all? (even my Dad spontaneously said I should today, did he sense my brooding?)

I hope she's happy, I really do...

Probably best to remain silent...

In much more trivial matters, I must say I really enjoyed "The Walking Dead" premiere, and with this weeks "Dexter" the new season finally kicked into gear !! 

I have to slumpingly fall asleep now...

one of my all time favourite songs...

“He who knows nothing is closer to the truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors” - Thomas Jefferson