A friend of mine was telling me that I was better than a hole in the ground full of water. A deep hole. With a bucket. He meant well. It’s an old joke, and very much one of my high calibre. But it illustrates something I’ve just experienced. A friend has said that she has faith I will sort out what I need ahead of my photoshoot next week. She said : “I know you will make it work. You are a perfectionist !” This is obviously meant to be a very encouraging comment, reminding me that I tend to strive
Tag: Success
If you have a titter in your throat right now, and those words made it worse, shame on you ! I have made progress today. Not the sort of progress that most people would be proud of, but at least things have moved in the right direction. I have one small section of floor that is now clear and (relatively) clean, which is good, and a variety of other items have found homes as part of that. No, my surfaces are not clear, but it is an improvement. I have also just distributed cards to those in my local walking
My former neighbour used to say that, usually to playfully tease me or someone else whom he saw as making a quick buck. But it does often seem to play that way. I used to have “spare money”, or so I thought. Various things have chipped into that situation such that I feel that statement is far less true now. In some ways it is good, making me turn off every light that isn’t necessary, and wearing an extra jumper rather than cranking up the heating. But I’d rather have more, obviously. One factor in my deteriorating financial situation is
The dog ate his foot the other day. No, you know, in the way that dogs nibble on their feet. I got some pictures and made a nice image. I’ll share it here. Since then, he has cut one of his paws slightly. It only bled a little but the wound is reasonably wide so I’m trying to keep him quiet for it to heal. The trouble is that he is not yet two years old and he doesn’t really want to do quiet. So it is the usual battle between what’s speediest to recovery and what is nicest to the
I woke today with a sense of “being better”, further suggesting I have been off-colour of late. Was it as a result of poor diet (very likely) or could it have been a sneaky Covid infection without the classic symptoms ? We shall never know. I’m not great, but then that’s pretty much normal for me. I did have some energy though this morning. So I felt I had to use it properly. I got the dogs out to the park where we met several of our dog friends : Tia, the dog-walker pack, Daisy and Holly, Frøya the huskie,
As the day has gone along, I have improved. I must recognise that and pick out the causes. For I started the day with limited energy and pretty tired too. Getting outside with the dogs was beneficial, even though the weather was pretty foul. Walked with Future Boss (FB) and had a good chat all the way round. Dogs behaved well, as always. Then got a handle on a few work things that need doing. Couldn’t finish them as the day progressed, but that’s because we need more information from others. It’s happening. I think the main thing is that
I feel very “manly”, if that’s a thing any more these days. Why ? Because I FIXED something. I have these things called MegaFlares. You put them on the road if you break down or have an accident, and they flash very bright LEDs to warn other drivers. They can be driven over, they float, they’re magnetic…useful thing. They’re also a luxury. So when they stop working, I don’t replace them any more. But then I had an idea… The most likely malfunction seemed to me to be that the batteries were so old they wouldn’t hold a charge any
Well, blogging later in the day isn’t going too well, is it ? I either don’t remember, or am ill-inclined, and it gets forgotten. So here I am, lying in bed on a Saturday morning, and I should use this little window. My standard Saturday morning is a good thing. Despite having a lot of control over my timings in the week, I seem to arrange a lot of tasks that get me going early. Maybe that’s deliberate to make sure I get stuff done, but I do set a lot of alarms to grumble at. Saturday mornings are relaxed,
Actually, that’s a rubbish title, because that is a pointless task whereas my organisation has sort of worked out. Kind of. If you take a big-picture approach. Yesterday should have been the car wash thing but a panicked message at 6:30 before a weaselly phone call at 7 am made it clear the guy was expecting to have my car for an entire day just to give it a wash. Even I have too busy a schedule for that. So all things being equal the car will be seen to tomorrow morning (Thursday). I have been very mature and grown-up
At 1:30, it didn’t look good. Well to me, at least. I opened the door to show my dogs the hooning rain that was pouring in sheets past the threshold but Winston just trotted out into it and looked hopeful. Fortunately, in this country strong weather doesn’t tend to last very long. By 2 pm I was in position and a small but keen group of dogs had formed. We ranged from the giant to the tiny, from my nearly 12 year-old, to an only 15 week-old. A good time was had by all in their own way. Some chased