The inexorable advance of the year continues and no doubt thoughts of Christmas will soon be upon us and ideas will abound of what we might buy for whom.
Obviously I am getting ahead of myself but time does fly by at an alarming rate. It seems to me the closer I get to reaching the final battle-axe block of life, when the final drop of sweat will fall from my brow and the last vestule of blood coerces it’s way wearily through my veins, the faster time seems to go.
I find myself narcissistically poking at my face in the mirror and poring over photos on Facebook, comparing the old and the new, self-consciously appraising my contemporary appearance, hoping against hope that my body has miraculously mutated and stopped the aging process and that I have single handedly beaten back father time and given hope to others who feel they haven’t achieved nearly enough with the youth God graciously bestowed upon them.
I may be awarding my mottled exterior higher marks than deserved but I don’t appear to be too decrepit just yet. This is in spite of the unsporting jibes of “your really old”, which eminate from my charming step-daughters at all too frequent intervals. In spite of such criticism I have to say I don’t think I’m aging too badly apart from putting on a few too many kilos.
I have never considered myself vein but I think we all have an undercurrent of it running deep in our personalities and I think I am one of those peculiar people for whom vanity flip flops with inhibition, creating an exterior that those about me often find hard to penetrate or understand.
In any case I am travelling along just fine and enjoying life even if those excruciating eight hours during the week when I attend “happiness island” interrupt the usual steady flow which I enjoy.
Another day today of which I can only look forward to and make the best of and I’m sure the aforementioned “eight hours” won’t be nearly as bad as I often make them out to be.
I would like to sit here and write more but I am once again waiting for the Telstra technician to arrive and I don’t want to be caught out typing when I should be attending to him. With a bit of luck our phone line problems will be solved today and we won’t have to deal with them again for the foreseeable future.
So, wherever you are I hope you have a great day and can do something for yourself which will make your life even better than it is now. Have fun!
Obviously I am getting ahead of myself but time does fly by at an alarming rate. It seems to me the closer I get to reaching the final battle-axe block of life, when the final drop of sweat will fall from my brow and the last vestule of blood coerces it’s way wearily through my veins, the faster time seems to go.
I find myself narcissistically poking at my face in the mirror and poring over photos on Facebook, comparing the old and the new, self-consciously appraising my contemporary appearance, hoping against hope that my body has miraculously mutated and stopped the aging process and that I have single handedly beaten back father time and given hope to others who feel they haven’t achieved nearly enough with the youth God graciously bestowed upon them.
I may be awarding my mottled exterior higher marks than deserved but I don’t appear to be too decrepit just yet. This is in spite of the unsporting jibes of “your really old”, which eminate from my charming step-daughters at all too frequent intervals. In spite of such criticism I have to say I don’t think I’m aging too badly apart from putting on a few too many kilos.
I have never considered myself vein but I think we all have an undercurrent of it running deep in our personalities and I think I am one of those peculiar people for whom vanity flip flops with inhibition, creating an exterior that those about me often find hard to penetrate or understand.
In any case I am travelling along just fine and enjoying life even if those excruciating eight hours during the week when I attend “happiness island” interrupt the usual steady flow which I enjoy.
Another day today of which I can only look forward to and make the best of and I’m sure the aforementioned “eight hours” won’t be nearly as bad as I often make them out to be.
I would like to sit here and write more but I am once again waiting for the Telstra technician to arrive and I don’t want to be caught out typing when I should be attending to him. With a bit of luck our phone line problems will be solved today and we won’t have to deal with them again for the foreseeable future.
So, wherever you are I hope you have a great day and can do something for yourself which will make your life even better than it is now. Have fun!
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 