There is a stage in a person's life where she has to embrace the idea of change; either that or sink into a rut where she will drown at 70 or 80-something if she should live that long. That's where I am.
Things I think about? How much I eat and drink. My diet is not the best, too heavy on carbohydrates and sugars and I am very fond of wine, both homemade and shop bought.
Other things to ponder? The time I waste. There isn't such an awful lot of it left. Twenty years? It would be wise to make those hours count.
That said, I am currently enjoying an overlooked blackcurrant from 2014. Amazing how the extra time in the bottle has mellowed its flavour. So, I'm not going to over-concern myself with wine right now, other than enjoying it (in moderation). Instead, I am going to try very hard to spend my time wisely. It's like a Spring resolution.
What pissed me off today?
Bert not liking my parsnip soup.
Too many dead badgers on the roads. Slow down, people!
May. Trump. The usuals.
My chillis have yet to germinate.
Bert (him again!) nicking my private hose-pipe and carrying it to his side of the polytunnel.
What pleased me?
When I forgot to pay for my parking ticket and, more than thirty minutes later, returned to the carpark to find that the traffic wardens hadn't ticketed me. I said Memorares all the way to Castle Street and, once again, the BVM did not forsake me. I'm having such a struggle with my atheism these days.
The two shirts I bought with the money I saved from not having to pay a parking fine.
Sowing beans. I thought nine bean rows but sowed ten to be sure.
Les' yummy olive and tomato sourdough toasted. Really must get my act together with the sourdough. Tomorrow!
Knowing that my chickens will soon be released from their government imposed incarceration.
A book I've started by Patrick Ness. Apparently, it's for young adults. What do I care? I'm an adult, but hopefully, still young at heart.