That Time of the Week Again
Yes indeed. That time of the week again. This is the creative time for me. Saturday morning listening to sounds of the 60's on Radio 2 and trying to remember if I remember that song. Or that song. No matter, I still think that the 60's were the most creative music decade, EVER. So many things were done musically in those years that had never been done before. You had singer songwriters coming on the scene. Horror on Bleaker Street there. You had folkies turning electric. More horror from the folkies themselves. Not necessarily a good thing but drugs came into the composing of some of the best music written, still being played today even though the druggies are now long dead and gone. i could go on with more stuff but it is too early in the morning. You get the picture anyway, don't you?
I have no thought for the the day, at least not yet. Too early. Favourite excuse at the moment. Is there a pattern starting here?
Plan for later this morning, when my wife gets out of the pit, is to go to the Post Office and cash in my Postal Order sent to me by a very grateful Ebayer who has bought something from me. Also to post off yet more packages to others Ebayers who have bought yet more stuff from me. It's great this. Getting rid of ones junk, sorry collectables, to people from all over the world. Example. I got a parcel from the good ole USA from a friend. She had put stamps on it instaed of one of those printy out lables that Post Offices tend to give out. now these stamps depicted the character Yoda on them from the Star Wars films. So, what to do. Put them on Ebay and see what happens. And, yep, you better believe it. Somebody bought them. Cost to me, just the cost of inserting them on Ebay otherwise all profit. Not bad for a bit of rubbish, sorry, a very collectable item.
I spent last night putting more pieces on Ebay. Money, money, money.
As i am now the dedicated house husband in training I am not doing too badly. Cooking, yes, hoovering, yes dusting, yes, using the washing machine, WHAT THE FECK! How is any sane mined person ever supposed to understand the mechanisms of this feckin' thing? I think I will need to go to night school to learn that one. Is this my Achilles Heel then? Maybe. Or is it because I couldn't be bothered? Possibly.
After the Post Office trip we, as in my wife and I, will go for our Saturday morning coffee. I really look forward to this. I say to her. 'Come on and i will take you for a coffee'. She says 'OK, where are you taking me'. I say 'Let's try here'. 'OK' says she. Then, after we have finished she pays for it. I told you I look forward to it.
Looking out of the window and seeing that there is nothing but blue sky. Great. By this afternoon it will be raining and I won't have to work outside, as much as I would love to. Not. There might be blue sky but it isn't warm enough yet to be working outside. That means only one thing. Watch a DVD. One that I want to watch. Not a sissy one like the mush that my wife likes to watch. One with action in it. One with no story line in it. One where the goodie always wins in it after killing 20 bizillion people with his/her bare hands. That sort of DVD. (It is only on a Saturday afternoon I can do this when my wife is visiting her Mum. It is also the only time I can play MY music at loud volumes.
Gotta go. Breakfast awaits me.
Posted :: Saturday 4/19/2008 2:52:00 AM