I have not yet managed to have the right feet in the right place on the right day, but I feel a
Bench Monday debut approaching! The title could be: Jojo drying dishes and stacking them on the kitchen floor until he's ready to put them away. Working quite smart* I thought. He should be in teaching...
I'm realising this weekend that all you bloggers (bloggettes, bloggesses, blogguys?) really must take your cameras everywhere, or have those new-fangled phones with cameras as well as music systems and sat nav and personal assistants and the rest.
Hence my beautifully worded post entitled French Feast remained unpenned as I forgot to find PC's camera in the midst of chopping onions, apples and mushrooms. And there was no mention of the twenty-two Americans and their stew on Wednesday for much the same reason! So tomorrow I resolve to take a camera on our exciting excursion and to complete my draft post on ducks!
On the notion of blogging per se. Now that the sheer thrill of the thing becomes more normal, and slightly less euphoric (mostly because PC gravely pointed out the level to which my obsession had risen), I do wonder what a blog is for?
Are we all so desperate for attention now that we crave the publication of something that is ours? Are we certain that others are interested in the daily jottings of our lives? Do we not recall the lengths we went to in hiding our padlocked five year diaries when we were eleven? Or is this where the post-modern individualist finds community?
PC preaching again on community this morning. Finds it elusive without "huge chunks of uninterrupted time" (inspired by our holiday read from
John Ortberg). And I suppose that huge chunks of uninterrupted time are what you can find on the Internet?
Once all those dishes are dried and put back in the cupboard!
*Something, something, achievable, time something, something. I am thinking about next year's PRSD, but not smart enough obviously! Serve the teaching community right for abusing adverbs...
