I've been looking forward to today, for some time now, because, I won't be working next week, I'm on a week off, and now that it's here.... err... yeah. Today, Sunday, as with every other Saturday Sunday and Monday was/is a shopping day. It's simply a way of lightening the load, MY load. It works for me. I left home this morning fully intending to take my time, amble along, take time, WASTE some time even, smell those roses. Roses? In MY life? The thought amuses me but my point is, that, and probably because my workaday existence is so frenetic, when I AM able to get of that treadmill I find it almost impossible to stop running.
In those few stolen moments , "stolen"! How can I even THINK that? At my age and on a week off, when I DO actually find myself consciously, and with some effort I might add, SLOWING down, it amazes me how I am able to marvel at such little things. A little mind perhaps. Whatever.
Today, as I said, was shopping day, out at the cheap store on the edge of town. I saw nothing and yet I saw everything. I saw no-one and yet I saw many comings and goings and I interacted, save the android on the checkout in B&M, with no-one.
Y'know? I caught a bit of tv this morning as I was getting ready to go out, just another celebrity chef cooking for a half dozen or so friends all rounding off the programme with them eating chatting and enjoying the moment. Do people REALLY do that. I really cannot conceive of such a thing.
Many years ago, my kid brother and a few friends would organize Saturday night fishing trips at a local gravel-pits. Yes they all fished but I got the feeling that it was so much more than that. We all busted a few cans, consumed a few charred barbecue packs, there was much belching and farting, verbal as well as physical and I enjoyed it. It wasn't my gig, they weren't "my" friends and I liked that. There but not there. A fly on the wall. There were boozy discussions, worlds put to rights, sometimes my opinions would be sought, I'd throw my hat into the ring occasionally, so to speak, anyway. All these things would hang in the air to be revisited through out the night. Yes there were disagreements but it didn't seem to matter. I miss that. And maybe, for some at least, THAT is the point of such events, to appreciate and observe the interactions of others. Happy daze.
And so I have a week off:
Tomorrow, because my weekly bus-pass expires tomorrow night, I must go out of town to get a fresh supply of cbd capsules, and I do intend to give the goat meat a try if I see it in the shop where I saw it for sale once.
I'd love to be able to post something of interest but I'm just an ordinary Joe, that suits me fine, life eh?
I'm off to bust a few cans and read about John Mills.