I feel down, dull, bored, like a punctured bicycle tyre, as flat as the Dutch landscape, as grey inside as it is outside, just plain fed up. Missed my qi qong this morning, didn't get chance for a pre-office blog, just headed out the door to the metro, no time to snap pics on my mini digital camera - my new toy - because it was too dark. The moon was still out - a perfect full moon, floating low - saw it from the metro window as we swept over a flyover curving around towards south Amsterdam.
Feel better when I think of the full moon and the trees in the allotments in that part of the city outskirts. I don't want to be stuck in a boring office, writing dry documents, flogging myself to get them done for a 9am meeting in which everything's been postponed - again. I want to be outside in the fresh air, under trees or walking along a beach. Why can't you make a decent living just by walking along a beach? Who needs all this corporate hogwash that leeches the life out of your soul? Well, I suppose, dear employer, I do still like getting the pay packet at the end of the month. I don't really want you to read this and fire me on the spot... or put me out to grass, yet... Heh ho, find some enthusiasm to get through the day. Ah yes, a cup of tea and a ham and cheese croissant. That worked last time. Let's try it again.
On the list of 100 things about this dull individual list:
(33 was in 'Broken Glass')
34. I'd like to be a professional beach walker.
35. Tea and a ham & cheese croissant can revive me.
36. I feel cheesed off when no-one comments on blogs like this...
6 comments:
You've touched a nerve with me there, lass. I'd rather be walking on a beach than doing almost anything else I can think of. Even more, today I've finally been faced with the choice "on paper" of staying here another year or the tantalising option of spending the year either sitting on my own little beach in the Mediterranean sun, strolling by the Danube or viewing the Canadian lake, summer drink in hand. Since I'd rather have a beach hut than a four-bedroom detached in a cul-de-sac the choice, you would think, dear lady, should be clear. More on this suspensefull topic later. Hope you enjoyed your ham & cheese. "Congo" [I wish I could figure out how not to be anonymous.]
You're a star, Congo, you've bucked me up no end. Get out of there as fast as poss and get yourself a decent life, girl! If you don't want to be anonymous, you just have to open your own blog. It literally take three minutes and you don't have to put anything on it - though, think about it, yours would be mind-blowing - can just leave it blank and use it for comments if you want. Go on, be a blogger! See ya :)
You're a star, you've made my day! Did try to post a comment to this effect an hour ago but it didn't appear. Get yourself out of there girl and get a life!! I know...easy to talk, isn't it. I got out, got a life and look at me now... If you don't want to be anonymous, just take three minutes to open your own blog. It's free and you don't have to put anything on it - can just use it for comments. On the other hand, just think what a wonderful blogger you could be! Go on! Thanks for commenting and good luck with that decision.
I loved this post, JJ. It feels like theatre, it feels like my life. That grey flat depressing feeling, while being carried past a glorious full moon, impossibly still in the sky in the morning. It was full here too, last night -- shrouded in grey mists, skrying through the icy fog like a November moon, ringed with blue.
All good things happen in winter.
(And, Anonymous -- another option, if you don't want to start a blog, is to just sign your name within your comment.)
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