Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

 Writing my blog over the last couple of years has been a lot of fun. I am the sort of person who has never been enthusiastic enough to press on with my life in regards to education and such things as I lose interest quickly and leave most projects I begin hanging in limbo and they usually stay incomplete. So, the dedication that I devote to writing my blog is a little unusual for me.

 I am a Gemini by starsign, the Twins of course and it is supposedly a trait of such that they tire quickly of tasks which don’t fascinate them, leaving yet another fragmented enterprise behind on the long trail of unfinished business. It is also a trait of Gemini’s, supposedly, that they tend to be able to communicate very well via the written word although many have a propensity to be rather introverted and introspective. Not given to huge announcements of the way they feel or heavy displays of emotion. I’m not a great believer in astrology but it is food for thought.

 I have found that writing on the web for public consumption can be a trifle dangerous. I don’t mean that I am worried about maniacal fans of the site tracking me down, there are far too few readers of this blog for me to worry about that. Nor am I concerned about cyber security. I take enough care in order for me to stay as safe as reasonably possible. No, it is offending family or friends which frightens me the most and has led me to tread softly through the minefield of life when relating personal experiences on my blog.

 I really just write about things which interest me and occasionally leaven it with some insight on current or historical events which I find interesting and sometimes try to plot the course of my life when events which tempt me to write occur. However, I have to be my own moral editor when it comes to personal matters and I have run into trouble on a few occasions.

 There is much I could write about and events and personalities which have shaped my experience on this mortal coil have recently been flitting through the dark recesses of my mind, calling out for me to write about a moment here or a juncture there but I have resisted the temptation to put down in print on this site thoughts and feelings which may lead to scandal or embarrassment on my behalf and that of others who are no longer contained within my gravitational pull. Mores the pity!

 Perhaps a memoir of sorts is the way to go. “Strange Notation of a Laborious Life” would of course be the title. Stories of people I’ve known through work and play would be contained in it’s pages and stories would be embellished and polished and I of course would be the unassuming hero to whom no blame could be attached for misdemeanour’s perpetrated and no mud would stick to my countenance. Far too pure would my bookish character be!

 Of course names would be changed to protect the innocent and the not so stainless. Perhaps George Clooney would play me in the movie version? Brad Pitt? Di Caprio?

 So, as tempting as it is to occasionally write more than I do about the more personal aspects of my trip through this experience of life, I shall refrain and keep travelling on my way as well as I am. Life is too comfortable for me nowadays to trip up on a remark written on a blog with no thought of consequence which may result.

 I hope those who do take the time to read what I write do enjoy it. I am no intellectual nor is my vocabulary spectacular. I am no Dickens or Steinbeck. Just an untrained hack connecting with people in the most enjoyable way he knows how.

 Take it easy and enjoy the day for the weekend is almost upon us. It is time to relax and unwind. I know I will be doing exactly that.

 Until next time.