Youth passes by oh so quickly, middle age is, can be, such a drag and so now here I am carrying out a kind self-assessment and it's not a happy one. No "pausing to smell the roses" as one WF member put it. It's not as though I failed through not succeeding, it's that I never tried and that must surely be the biggest failing of all time which brings me back to the opening sentence. It has been said of me that " he could have should have done better " but what could I have done better? What might I have done better at? Now, using one of the side-trips prompts as a metaphor, I realise, all too late, that I might have attempted to use this sorry tale as a basis for an entry. "Taking the easy route in life", Never mind. Twice now I've thought of something after time has been called, story of my life and I can't, won't, mustn't, complain, I have only myself to blame.
All this because of my garden fence. Yes! My garden fence. I have two 5litre tubs of weather-proofing wood-stain that is intended for use on my garden fence. It is kept in my spare room where my computer-station is situated. I only have to avert my eyes to look upon it. It has been sitting there, gathering cobwebs, to my shame and embarrassment, for two years now.
My response to all of this, glug glug glug, another measure of gut-rot and a promise to myself, a must-do note even, to set an early alarm next Saturday night to get up at first light, weather permitting, and have a go at that damned fence. Why first light? This is not an excuse and then, on reflection, maybe it is. Whatever. I dread being out there at the same time as my neighbour and how awful is that ? But there it is.
Without going back through my blog-history and studying dates it seems to me that I have tended, nowadays, to blog on Sundays and why? Because after having breakfasted fairly early and polishing off the remains of my big green plastic bottle, it is , I think, a way of exorcising a mist of melancholy that hangs heavily at this time of the week. Job done I think and with load lightened I'm off to peruse the sports news.
If there's a moral to this sorry tale it is, to all you young people out there.
Give yourselves time. To hell with the world your peers and social compliance, just BE and good luck to you all.