I don't think I have done this for a long time but I liked the look of someone who commented on someone else's blog, so I looked at her blog and it is a good one and I made a comment. Oh, she seems quite productive, been around for a while, is a bit tech savvy and posts daily. Can I possibly add another blog to read and give it due focus? It is a blog that needs proper reading, not a single quick click.
I have little in common with her, but what do I have in common with other blog mates? Precious little. I don't think I have any regular readers who are gay, of a similar age as myself and in a relationship. Well, maybe one.
The only common links I can manage is a sense of social justice, an interest in the world and the ability to write and entertain. Well, there is the disproportionate ex school teacher factor too.
Little Jo has just kicked the wall, I think. 'Let her be', I say. R goes and settles her some more. Sister and Bone Doctor are at Rod Laver Arena and probably singing Born in the USA as I type.
R cooked a wonderful dinner, eaten in 20 minutes by them. I had to do prep, shock horror. Get everything ready, as the 'retired' R had to work until late and did not get home until ten to six. Dinner was served by twenty past.
Me: "So Bone Doctor, will you be getting into the mosh pit?"
BD: "I don't think so."
Me: "It strikes me that it would be rather good for your line of work if 40/50/60 year olds did get in a mosh pit".
Me: "It just occurred to me that you, as a doctor, aren't interested in curing people, because once cured, they no longer need your service".
BD made a wry grin and possibly wished Sister did not have such family encumbrances.
Little Jo is silent now. R is showering and 'taking his eyes out'.
Tomorrow, I must face the second day of work training, the final day. After doing the same job for 34 years, apparently I need re-training. Today was not all bad. There was a cuteish guy at the session and I had a laugh with long time workmates.
Killer hot day tomorrow. Will the endless summer ever end? Surely there can't be hot days in April.
Later: I rarely remember dreams, but I had a very silly one Tuesday night and I do remember it vividly. In the dream I was about to grab a feather duster from an old lady who was being threatening with it and what I actually did in my sleep was swing my arm out from the bed, hit the bedside lamp and it crashed into the wall. I woke with a start and that is why I recall the dream. It's never happened to me before that I know of.