Old-Fashioned Fruitcake
2020 already? How did that happen?
But now that I think about it, there have been one or two things happen in the last ten years.
I graduated with an MA in Creative Writing (Scriptwriting) – the beginning of a year of unemployment.
I gained a statistically significant other (and wrote a few hundred emails to him in aforementioned year of unemployment).
I got a job at last – the Dreaded Day Job.
I got engaged, moved cities and started my new job (it was a very busy few days).
Continue & CommentI am contemplating an experiment: go a week without looking at the news. Or even longer.
It’s not that I’m anti-news, it’s just… well, it’s quite a lot like Facebook. You don’t necessarily see the kind of thing you’re looking for, but there’s all this other stuff designed to get your attention, and before you know it another hour of your life is gone forever.
According to Aristotle, “one swallow does not a summer make, nor one fine day” – so what does make a summer? It certainly isn’t anything to do with the calendar.
To me, summer begins with the scent of sunblock in the air, despite the fact that my togs don’t leave much skin to be sunblocked. There are invariably those around me who practically have to bathe in the stuff. Indeed, some people spend more beach time putting on sunblock than actually in the water.
