Now that my desktop is back I can finally get back to boring the pants off you. What fun. Why you keep on reading this drivel is a mystery to me.
Friko's World
Saturday, 9 April 2022
Decisions, Decisions........
Now that my desktop is back I can finally get back to boring the pants off you. What fun. Why you keep on reading this drivel is a mystery to me.
Friday, 8 April 2022
Success !! BigMac is home!!
Thursday, 31 March 2022
Apologies
Another long delay. Not my fault this time, the mac is playing silly buggers. Amazing how these gadgets are missed when they are out of action. The big beast has been clamped under the digital doctor’s arm and unceremoniously removed from the premises . Apparently it suffers from a malaise which afflicts the heart. A heart transplant may be on the cards.
I would have had quite a few items to share, which I will probably now forget about. The first man in shorts climbing hand over hand down the hill backwards,big bottom leading the way. A beautiful butterfly robbing a solitary blossom of nectar. A family gingerly climbing up the hill,also on all fours. I have had my hedge cut short and can now watch winter weary tourists perform their clumsy gyrations. It would be cruel to laugh out loud.
And my neighbours, my blasted neighbours, they have covered a huge pile of scaffolding with a shroud,visible for miles around.
I have my first bit of revenge planned and booked: I will be opening the garden at the end of June when the disastrous results will be clearly visible.
Wish me luck with my mean plans.
Thursday, 10 March 2022
Today I heard the tree speak
Tuesday, 8 March 2022
Just Saying
Traditionally March is a difficult month for Russian rulers.
Just saying.
Thursday, 3 March 2022
Old Ladies
Saturday, 19 February 2022
Thoughts and What Have Yous
Still reading old diaries off and on; more off than on now because my trials and tribulations of long ago follow me into unquiet dreams as well as causing me embarrassment at reminding myself what an unhappy idiot I was, endlessly regurgitating, in great detail, all the reasons why I should have brought that period in my life to an end but never quite having the courage to do so. There were times, there still are, when concentrating very hard I can find myself not altogether unintelligent. Maybe I just wasn't concentrating hard enough.
However, it was all a long time ago. The entry which made me exclaim that nothing ever changes is from the days between Christmas and New Year 1980/81 and runs as follows:
"I'm reading JB Priestley's 'Festival at Farbridge' and some of Louisa Casey's (a character in the novel) reading of the state of people's minds really resonates with me. She says "what's wrong... is just that we don't feel enough. There isn't enough richness and joy and glory in our lives. We're all living this flat sort of existence... if you were glad, you'd light up. Hardly anybody does. How much gladness is there about? Life ought to be wonderful... instead mountains of misery ... Even all their betting and boozing and sex are dreary, just another kind of routine."
Well, it resonated with me then and it resonates with me now. Priestley's character speaks about the 1950s. Has much changed? I don't think so. Sure, we can blame a lot on the pandemic, even so, it's been a long time since I saw anybody light up. Me included. Is it age which turns the world grey? What causes us to light up? Falling in love? Winning the lottery? How do we get 'enough richness and joy and glory' into our lives? How do we enjoy ourselves during a period of mingled unhappiness, anxiety and boredom?
I seem to have devoted much of my life to wishful thinking. It was Ellery Queen of all people (yes, yes, I know it's not a real name) who said "No-one outside the realm of fairy tales ever scaled a mountain by standing at its foot and wishing himself over its crest. This is a hard world, and in it achievement requires effort."
Not bad for a whodunnit and how true - wish I could get that bit into my head and live up to it.
This post incorporates a question I have asked in some form or other many times before; I suppose I have reached the age when one doesn’t realise how often one says the same thing and doesn’t really care. One of the many compensations of growing older.
So, anyone, how do we get the joy back into our lives? What works for you?