Talking to Blog is like Talking to Dog

I’m giving the dogs a break by talking to Blog. Dogs are very thankful; they can get on with worrying about where their next treat is coming from instead of whether or not my sanity is intact.
The Advent calendars are finished and I’m pleased as a fish in a coral reef. Last time I made them was with my nephews, but who needs nephews when you can make Advent calendars without them?
I realised today, after being sober for Eleven Days, that my really hopeless memory is not down to wine; it’s just a hopeless memory. I can remember things that happened a while ago, but not five minutes ago. Luckily I write stuff down, often illegibly, always mixing the vital with the irrelevant. But hey, it’s a system. And the purpose of this blog. A legible post it note. In case you were wondering. Or I was.

Moving Sideways…Again.

You can’t ever go back, and too often it’s impossible to move forward. Obstacles are various, but almost always involve Other People. You can’t make people do things. You can’t make people fulfil promises. You can’t make people care about what you’re doing. People are busy caring about what they’re doing, and for the most part, unless what you’re doing is helping them with what they’re doing, what you’re doing has zero value in their eyes.
At this point the only thing you can do is Go Sideways. Going sideways, Making like a Crab has infinite possibilities. However many people piss you off, burst your bubble, think your kindness is weakness…you can always Step Sideways.  I’m Moving Sideways Again today. New horizon straight ahead. Looks good from here.

Avoiding watching paint dry

Paint needs to dry so I can add flourishes of sharpie. What better time to indulge in navel-gazing and self-reflection? Morning page scantily clad as a blog entry.