Or something. Trying to avoid the sporting analogies like the plague. Which I am also trying to avoid. So far, so good. Mayhem came down with an Old School Plague (a mere head cold) and was off school for three days. Back in the Olden Days of 2019, I might have kept him home for a day, maybe two at the most, but I would definitely have sent his sniffling snotty self back to school earlier than he went back. He’s in the final years of school so needed a doctor’s certificate and yep, here’s a certificate for three days. You might need another day. Back in 2019, it would have been harden up, loooooser and get your arse into education.
Maybe this Plague thing hasn’t been all bad?
Anyway, most of us have avoided the Plagues, both old and modern, quite successfully (each kid has had a plague, but neither of the alleged adults have succumbed. And neither kid caught the other’s plague). I have taken the concept of Extreme Ventilation to heart, and each time an offspring has been ill, it’s been windows and doors open, get that breeze flowing. Side effect of that is neither of their rooms stinks like a bear has crawled in there and died of something traumatic and smelly. This is a win for the rest of the family, considering the number of bears that may have died within the rooms of the slightly malodourous offspring.
Anyway, enough about my stinky kids. They do wash. Trust me. What have I been up to… and I’m sure you’re just DYING to know about the latest Kon Maudy adventures as well.
Okay – Resolutions.
1. Have a lunch break. Well, that is a resounding tick from me. I think there’s maybe been a handful of days where I’ve eaten at my desk and most of the time it’s because I’ve been out doing something else. Once was a back to back to back eat in a meeting or don’t eat kind of day. Marking this as a bit of a success.
2. (and 3) The smiling and waving and not taking on other people’s problems isn’t going too badly either. And also not being a complete arsehole about not taking on other people’s problems is going okay, too. I do think that some other people would be well advised to take on board Resolution #3 as a life goal because some people are absolute. Fuckwits. (but starts with C).
4 and 5 Hrrrm. This is the one where I stop wasting time on my phone. I have imposed limits on the games on the phone thing which is all very well and good. But it appears I have stopped playing games and taken up a selection of word games (yes. I play wordle. I also play son of wordle, grandson of wordle, second cousin once removed of wordle… Please don’t judge me) and I have taken up Duolingo which I accidentally paid for. How one does that, I do not know. Pressed something I shouldn’t have, obviously. Anyway, I am revisiting French. I learned French in high school which was a very long time ago. Weirdly, I am remembering sort of random stuff and I am better at reading it than I am at writing it or speaking it.
So, not sure if I can say, hand on heart, I have cut back on my phone. I am not playing as many games but I am doing other stuff that’s possibly equally wasteful. But hey, I can kid myself it’s all educational and I can definitely say I have improved my vocabulary of five letter words. I keep getting my accents muddled up (there’s acute and grave and the one with a little hat. Hotel is hotel with a little hat on the o. Noice.)
Onto the other stuff… Reading. Well. Going fully sick at that.
My reading goal each year is “more than last year”. This started when I was lucky to be reading 15 or so books a year. About eight or nine years ago, I was reading 25 ish books, and since then I have crept up to about 55 last year. It is the very beginning of April and so far this year, I have read TWENTY NINE BOOKS. And this doesn’t include random art books or cook books. Fuck, that’s a lot of time reading. I am mostly reading trashy British police procedurals set in the bucolic and extremely dangerous British countryside. So far I have learned that deaths are generally in sets of three and there are a lot of lesbian police ladies in books. I suppose it makes a change from the embittered old guy who solves crimes through a haze of whiskey fumes and cigarettes. There are a couple of straight ladies to be honest, and there is the odd bloke detective who isn’t an alcoholic attempting to get lung cancer… but mostly lesbians and old blokes. Hrrrm. May have to broaden my horizons somewhat. Or not.
I have also read TWO non-fiction books that weren’t cook books or art books – Kaz Cooke’s “You’re Doing it Wrong” which was pretty good, actually. And a very excellent reminder how women’s health is neglected and overlooked even in the 21st century. And I have just now finished Hannah Gadsby’s autobiography. It was absolutely lovely (even the hard bits). I recommend. And now I want to find Douglas and watch that.
I haven’t done a lot of painting or cooking for that matter… too much reading and playing word games, I reckon. But I have done a bit more Tidying Up. Now, I decided that I may as well bite off more than I can chew and took to my damn wardrobe with great gusto. I culled between 15 and 20 kg of stuff from my wardrobe and three out of the five drawers I have. That is quite a lot. I was surprised. But it’s all stuff that’s a bit small, that I don’t really like, that I haven’t worn in two (or three or four) years. There’s still more stuff I don’t like in there BUT public nudity is one thing, and the other thing is they are still perfectly serviceable albeit a bit shit. When I originally “did” my wardrobe, I replaced a lot of hangers with lovely wooden ones. They take up a LOT of space. I have a small wardrobe. So, fuzzy velvet hangers for the knits, wire ones for my shirts, and while I will keep a few wooden ones for ma trousers… skirts and frocks are getting those clippy whatsises or a fuzzy velvet hangar.
At the end of Sunday, I could shut my wardrobe door without swearing at it. It’s not finished by a long shot, I still have two drawers (actually three) to go through, and the other half of the shelf at the top of my wardrobe. It’s full of Stuff. I don’t know what’s in it – but I will be finding out. There’s also a large amount of Stuff in the bottom of my wardrobe as well. That’s going to need a poke with a blunt stick too, I reckon.
Didn’t get that ahhhhh feeling of a job well done – mainly because it’s not finished yet. I’m taking some holidays and while I am not going to spend the entire ten days tidying, I reckon I’ll be taking a few.
Now, I have some verbs to conjugate so I shall leave you to it. Bonsoir mes amies.