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.
I love that Shakespeare is lamenting his need to produce plays in order to make a living when he wants to be a poet above all else. I think the same was true of Don Marquis, who had to churn out newspaper columns, and let his friend archy write the "nest of poems" collecting on the floor.
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Oh, to live in the day when journalists were poets!
In deference to the pill, I believe most meds have a coating on them. Perhaps some pill manufacturer might consider making that coating a candy one, thus putting it on the same level as the M&M.
If you use your floor as a table, then perhaps enjoying the M&M after taking the pill might be possible, but, if the floor isn't a table then perhaps it is a mysterious road to a mystical [place you might not want to enter and therefore perhaps ingesting anything off of the floor is a no no.
We don't have a five-second rule; we have a Max and a Bellah. Any food item that hits the floor belongs to whichever gets to it first. Of course, they do wait until they are told they can gobble it up since not all items that hit the floor are canine-friendly.
Yesterday I realised that, apart from my music posts, I only post about old age these days. Obviously, this is a result of my having reached an age that even I consider old but I suppose I ought to strive to extend my outlook beyond the narrow confines of my own experience, if only to keep the young and middle aged entertained.
The problem then becomes that I have pontificated often enough in the past on those more youthful ages of man and I really don't want to repeat myself. Even that is presuming that you were listening at the time, which is surely an almost life-threatening presumption, if you ask me.
So I am left with the proposition that I should write about what interests me now, rather than set myself up as some sort of archaeologist of ancient pre-history. And what interests me at present is this phenomenon of ageing. It seems I might as well get on with it.
All of which turns out to be a long-winded way of saying that I post about old age and, if you don't like it, why are you reading it?
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