Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
We have an office with a desk, file cabinet and bar. We use the bar far more than either of us ever sit down to use the desk top computer. (we both prefer our laptops)
I'm definitely not as neat as it may seem. The only reason my desk happens to be clear is that I own a paper and plastic eating gremlin. I can't leave anything out unattended. She once ate my jury summons when I was summoned for jury duty earlier this year because I left it sitting on my desk.
But if not that for that, I probably wouldn't be posting pictures either because it would be a mess.
The fear of breaking your streak dissipates once you have done it. I found that once you've broken the streak, the second day is so much less stressful. They are just badges, after all, and too many lessens their desirability. I think I am on day three or four of having broken streaks. I feel liberated. But, this comment counts as blog participation. I will have to fight the urge to participate tomorrow.
It’s not the limitless expanse of the universe that makes us aware of our insignificance. It’s the vast, incomprehensible number of all the people who have ever lived and those who now inhabit the planet Earth. Each of us is a single grain of sand on a beach that goes on forever. And our only hope for being noticed amongst the myriads of our fellow creatures is that some day we might be driven by the wind from the beach to the sea and so to the depths where we might fall into the mouth of some oyster that then gets irritated enough to begin covering us with a coating of some smooth substance that hardens and eventually makes us into a pearl.
Even then we have to depend on the chance of being found and included in a cosmic string of pearls to grace some infinite neck. Kinda puts us into perspective, doesn’t it?
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