Hot-footed it over here this grey, March morning, hoping to find my second post of the year had attracted a flood of comments, only to find my just deserves: not a single bleat. (Or is it 'bleet'? My spelling's getting dodgy these days - too many years abroad). I'm going to go take a look at your sites, guys - so watch out for ol' Picc in your site stats, if you still check those (I think I've lost the code for mine). Meanwhile, the status of my various projects is this:
- Family research: getting seriously diverted up a different branch from the one I was originally looking at. Let's face it, being in touch with a real, live cousin is more fun than turning up death dates in online parish records...
- Research into my illustrious ancestor: at a standstill, now that I'm on the threshhold of discovering he's not an ancestor at all. Pause for thought - how do I continue?
- Writing book on said illustrious ancestor: as above.
- Making headway in career: at a standstill due to vast amount of time needed for above projects plus internal re-orgs and the external bunfight now raging in the international bakery industry...
- Leaving the land of liberty and tolerance (ha, ha) and returning to Blighty: as usual, not even out of the starting blocks. Just a growing feeling that we have to move somewhere soon as my Buddy doesn't feel one bit happy here any more. You're fine here if you're white and wear clogs...
- Sorting out my finances, taxes etc. Don't even mention it.
- Springcleaning. Now you're talking. That's something I can actually get on and do. (Where's the hoover?...)
- Getting started on my 2005 New Year's Resolution to BE MORE CREATIVE. After the hoovering....
- PLAN B: Just chuck it all up and go off to Blighty, do the research, write the book and then have a look around. YUP that sounds good! And, guess what, I think I'm getting TOO OLD TO DO THINGS LIKE THAT. Help!
2 comments:
Are there still 4000 holes in Blackburn, Lancashire?
I thought I'd left a comment and was musing about what could have happened to it. When I tried to remember what I'd written, I realized I was being delusional.
Sounds like your busy, kind of in the midst of the storm which changes the landscape.
BTW - On where's the Hoover... We've had two reincarnations in the guise of our US Attorney Generals... Though the idea of Aschcroft or Gonzales cross dressing like old J Edgar actually seems plausible the image is horrifying.
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