Again, Tumblr is forgotten. But just occasionally I want a mini-rant where it remains anonymous.
I got given some chocolate today (very nice of her) but by someone who knows I only like dark chocolate and never, ever, eat Cadbury chocolate. And what does she give me?: a block of Cadbury’s milk chocolate. It’s almost like giving a known vegetarian a gift of meat. I mean really? Why bother?
I let my colleagues eat it and had none - can’t stand the stuff.
Godammit, I keep forgetting about my tumblr. Obviously it’s superfluous! Never mind.
I’m bored shitless today.
I went to the trouble of uploading several photos of an event a friend and I went to, to a website and sent her the link. Not a word - no thanks or even acknowledgement. Pissed off.
I was telling a colleague about an episode of ‘Who do you think you are?’ and said that the actor found out his grandfather died playing Russian Roulette.
She: Did he have a heart attack or get in a fight?
Me: You know what Russian Roulette is?
I think not.
I haven’t logged in here for ages! I still haven’t decided what this is for for me. Perhaps I should post photos every now and then.
One thing I’ve discovered in my year of taking a photo every day, to date, is that I prefer taking photos of birds. I’m not interested in people at all. Landscapes are ok but there’s a lot of haze (I guess it is summer at the moment). Close-ups of stuff in the wild also feature. But it’s birds first - I love just watching them and trying to capture them.
It’s been a long time since I logged in. I’m not sure what my Tumblr account is for anymore. I have blogs including a photoblog, as well as a Twitter account I barely use. Too many social networking sites?
Anyway, feeling a bit miserable. It’s supposed to be summer and it’s just a miserable grey dampness. I’ve been grumpy this morning. It could be due to the weather, perhaps an enforced trip to Wellington tomorrow, perhaps the impending visit from a so-called friend. I’m not looking forward to any of it. After only a week I’ll be back at work. I do hope the weather improves.
Thanks, Joanna Lumley, for reminding me of what’s important (her visit to Greece and visiting the places of the old gods). After being disappointed in people lately, I remembered, after watching Joanna on TV, that I should get back to me, to my inner world, to the intimate world I share with my environment. I went outside as dusk fell and just sat and communed - with the trees and bushes around me, with the insects, with the birds, with the sky. I need to meditate and reflect deeply.
I worry too much.
A man got out of a car with two young girls at the local park. As he walked past, I heard the man say “spoilt brat”. I can’t imagine he would be the father - must be a stepfather. What a horrible man.