So it would seem that someone out there still loves me.
Thank you Dee for the very sweet and complimentary award. I would say it was flattering, but “flattery” implies false sentiment — and I’ve known Curvaceous Dee for a helluva long time, and she is one of the most sincere people I’ve met in the Blogosphere.
So now I have to tell you ten things I do every day. Jeez. I haven’t had enough coffee yet. But hey, what the hell, I’ll give it a go.
1. Talk to the Purrrrvert several times a day. I was thinking I’d write that as numbers 1,3,5,7, and 9 — but that’d be cheating. We’re both very busy people with lots of commitments and work and people who seem to pull us every which way but towards each other, but somehow we manage to find the time to connect and chat any number of times a day.
2. Fart around online. I have any number of time-suck mechanisms at my disposal and I use and abuse all of them. Be it work, emails, reading sex and porn-related stuff or playing Bejewelled Blitz. (I fucking rock at that, I tell you.) I love my gorgeous laptop, with its pretty touchscreen. The interwebs are the shizzle, man. As my good friend Miz Bohemia might say: “Fo’ sho’!!”
3. Drink coffee with vanilla milk. This is every work day. At home, I drink English breakfast tea, by Twinings. With milk. Again — it’s the shizzle.
4. Have a blonde moment. I’m naturally blonde, and I don’t actually subscribe to the “dumb” persona attached to those of the fair-haired persuasion. Usually. Until I do something monumentally daft — pointing the remote control for my car at my front door, looking for my mobile phone when I’m speaking on it — that kind of thing. And then I realise where the whole thing originated.
5. Read. Can’t sleep without reading at least a page or two — or if it’s interesting and I’m not collapse-where-I-stand tired, several more. I always have at least two if not three books on the go — usually fiction, although I also confess to a fetish for autobiographies.
6. Following on from number 5, I’m currently reading “Women on Top” by Nancy Friday and “Notes from a Big country” by Bill Bryson. I re-read books I like, often, although I always have time for a new book. My book club is coming up in a week or two, so I’m hoping to replenish my sadly depleted stock of reading fodder then.
7. Chat with at least four people online, either via Messenger or Gmail or something. I have cyber friends with whom I couldn’t make it through my life — and I am eternally grateful for them. L, my dear friend, if you’re out there, make contact — yes?
8. Do something vanity-inspired. I am astonishingly vain. I cannot walk past a mirror — much in the same way I cannot walk past a shoe store with a “Sale” sign displayed.
9. Write something. I don’t always publish but I cannot make it through the day without writing something that is either a reflection of my feelings or something creative. Often, it’s something personal, for the Feline’s eyes only — and therefore unfit for some of the eyes that grace this page. (Not you, gentle reader — no, no. Others.)
10. Send a poem to the Purrrrvert. Or a clip. Or one of several emails. Or something that i saw or heard that will amuse him. He is always so kind and considerate of me (and everyone else for whom he feels responsible), that I like to let him know that I care in little warm and fuzzy ways — so he shouldn’t feel as though he is burdened by me. He doesn’t, but I like to show him I care anyway. And he loves the exchange of poetry. Sometimes there are poems that speak of us, and our love for each other, and sometimes they are just beautiful pieces that we both read and appreciate.
In fact, just for today, I will share our poem of the day with you too, gentle reader.
Dreams — Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.