The closer we come to the end of the year, the fewer things are happening. As it should be. We all need a bit of a break from time to time.
It’s never enough
We humans are an ungrateful bunch. One day you’re ready to give up everything — meaning writing — just as long as the sick members of your family get better and the next day you want your books to sell. Just me? No, I knew it wasn’t just me. It’s in our nature to strive for more of everything as soon as we conquer a challenge and, apparently, the bigger the challenge, the greater our demands on the future. Instead of, you know, taking a bit of a rest and enjoying the conquest. Go figure.
The reason this blog is a day late is that I was too lazy to write it yesterday and although this has bugged it hasn’t bugged me enough to force me into action. I blame the pre-holiday lull. Also, I’m sure the shot of Passport* I had at 11:30 am yesterday had something to do with it but I’m not confirming it publicly. But mostly it’s this slowdown ahead of the Christmas holidays that I feel — and enjoy — every year. It will be over before I fully immerse myself into it but that’s life for you.
*A friend’s daughter had a birthday. I took Little C. to the party. For pandemic reasons my friend met us in front of the building and for scheduling reasons she insisted that we toast the birthday girl right there, on the street. So we did.
Unleash the shopper
I’ve never really been a fan of shopping, even for shoes and I love shoes. It’s one of the few things that, together with my chromosomal make-up, make me a woman. Things change in late December when I suddenly start craving everything I can think of, even things I’ve never ever had any truck with, such as action figures. I had to go to a bookstore/gamestore yesterday to get a present for the birthday girl and I definitely gave action figures a much longer look than I actually believe they deserve at any other time of the year. Dangerous times so I’m staying put and letting Big C. do the shopping.
20 years without an accident
It’s been twenty years since I sat in the driver’s seat of a car. My licence expired ten years ago. But, and this is the fun part, since it expired naturally and I have all my points, I could simply go and get a new one, and start mowing people down. There is no law mandating that I take a second test, which was all I needed to make the decision final. I’m getting my new licence and taking a dozen refreshment lessons. Much I don’t like to admit it, today’s households need two drivers. It should be fun.
If you need some light reading for the holidays, here’s a suggestion. It’s free, it’s about planes, and it has a mystery in it: Sky High: the Book. Okay, this sounds like a movie blurb but that was the best I could do.