A certain sameness
As I put virtual ink to virtual paper, on a daily basis, one thing is clear. My life has a certain sameness about it. Day in, day out. Without the distraction of a “job”, I have to find entertainment in the things that used to be condiments. Now they’re main course.
I refer, obviously, to the routines of living in the country, making sure the dog stays entertained, going out on a rare occasion to get more groceries (for the dog, in part) and checking the mail. At least with the mail, there’s some random action. Will my key open the lock? Will the bounty be nothing but oversize ads from a local Internet firm that promises little for too much money?
The finances are handled by direct deposit; so are the regular bills. Anything else is surprising.
Of course, there’s the weather. I care about it. I observe, and record, and tell my kids about the “oversize” events. Does the rest of the world care? I doubt it; we don’t get major storms in this part of the world, and I’m a long way uphill from rising sea levels. But for anyone wanting to know if we got more snow, I’m the go to guy.
That leaves… not much else. At some point I’m going to get all musical (hard to describe in coherent sentences).
Oh, and today I almost translated a poem from Irish into brain phrases. No dictionary involved. That’s good, right? After all, with more than a year of exposure, I should start to recognize simple words.
