No this is not a photo of my brain showing
its complexities, turns and angles of decisions and thoughts, it is a view of
part of the staircase in our apartment block. I walk pass the metal joints many
times during the day and on one of my excursions to my washing room in the
cellar in the evening I took my super DSLR camera and made a photo, again hoping
for a Pulitzer photo prize: another disappointment in my life. The chance I
took here was actually being able to take the photo without stumbling on the
stairs and breaking a leg.
Life is full of risks, especially if you
are me and blog. They just hit you out of the blue. Everything seems to be
taking its normal path, nicely going along at the golden oldie pace of time and
then, bang!!! This week there were a few bangs. I had an emergency trip to the
doctors last week, thinking I was on my last legs and it was just a normal
little stress situation. It seems I had been overdoing it lately, like visiting
Dad in England, getting him settled in his new home, buying him a micro wave
and settee and a general upheaval in my nice little daily routine. I have now
recovered after finding room in my tablet taking plan to fit a couple more in
and it seems to have worked.
Just as things were evening out and I was back in the old routine it happened again, but this time it was a crash bang. My daily prompt did not arrive in the usual place and the usual time, although this was completely my own fault. I did not understand the new great look that the WordPress people have given us. After a few words of dispute and some remarks, this misunderstanding was ironed out and I have again found my little nook and cranny in this wonder world of blog. It was my own fault for being so obstinate. I should have shown more understanding for the situation. The good old familiar looking prompts are still there, a sort of déja vu thing with the titles, but with my daredevil way of dealing with the unexpected, I have survived and am still here. I have decided to take it easy and swallow it all, come what may. After all I am paying for this blog, the price of being a .com person and hoping for a little mention in the Pulitzer Hall of Fame.
My first risk seems was being born. Mum was so surprised and shocked that she immediately decided she would not do a repeat experiment. I remained the one and only, growing up all on my own, no brothers or sisters to play with, just a budgerigar called Bill that arrived a few years later. He was not the best conversationalist, his vocabulary mainly consisting of the words “Pretty Bill”. He was a very conceited budgerigar, but he was all I had. He would spend hours looking into a mirror pecking at his reflection, admiring his yellow-green feathers and repeating the only budgie words in his language “Pretty Bill”.
Perhaps moving to Switzerland at the age of twenty could be looked upon as taking a chance, although I found it to be more a change of scenery, language and doing my own thing. Yes, thisbudgerigar person flew the nest and
was on her own making her own decisions and not having to do what the others
wanted or expected. We all learn by our mistakes and I made a few, but am not
going to indulge in regrets or tell you about them. Je ne regrette rien, and if
I told you about them 50 shades of something would have looked like a choirboy
in comparison. Perhaps I should not have begun the daily prompt. It grows on
you like an ivy, entwining its leaves into the very nucleus of your computer
and you almost become addicted.
Today is Good Friday, although I have not yet found anything good about it. I had spent most of the week shopping and organising life as the shops are now closed until next Tuesday, with the exception of Saturday. Saturday is the day when Mr. Swiss is let out to do the shopping and who am I to interfere? The cupboard and fridge are now full. This morning I was recovering from the pre-Easter stress and am glad to say that no-one has invited me anywhere, I have not invited anyone to lunch or dinner and I am looking forward to an Easter hibernation until next Tuesday. For those that have something planned for Easter, happy Easter, and for the others, take it easy. And now to perform the one and only Pingback that remains, MINE.
Just as things were evening out and I was back in the old routine it happened again, but this time it was a crash bang. My daily prompt did not arrive in the usual place and the usual time, although this was completely my own fault. I did not understand the new great look that the WordPress people have given us. After a few words of dispute and some remarks, this misunderstanding was ironed out and I have again found my little nook and cranny in this wonder world of blog. It was my own fault for being so obstinate. I should have shown more understanding for the situation. The good old familiar looking prompts are still there, a sort of déja vu thing with the titles, but with my daredevil way of dealing with the unexpected, I have survived and am still here. I have decided to take it easy and swallow it all, come what may. After all I am paying for this blog, the price of being a .com person and hoping for a little mention in the Pulitzer Hall of Fame.
My first risk seems was being born. Mum was so surprised and shocked that she immediately decided she would not do a repeat experiment. I remained the one and only, growing up all on my own, no brothers or sisters to play with, just a budgerigar called Bill that arrived a few years later. He was not the best conversationalist, his vocabulary mainly consisting of the words “Pretty Bill”. He was a very conceited budgerigar, but he was all I had. He would spend hours looking into a mirror pecking at his reflection, admiring his yellow-green feathers and repeating the only budgie words in his language “Pretty Bill”.
Perhaps moving to Switzerland at the age of twenty could be looked upon as taking a chance, although I found it to be more a change of scenery, language and doing my own thing. Yes, this
Today is Good Friday, although I have not yet found anything good about it. I had spent most of the week shopping and organising life as the shops are now closed until next Tuesday, with the exception of Saturday. Saturday is the day when Mr. Swiss is let out to do the shopping and who am I to interfere? The cupboard and fridge are now full. This morning I was recovering from the pre-Easter stress and am glad to say that no-one has invited me anywhere, I have not invited anyone to lunch or dinner and I am looking forward to an Easter hibernation until next Tuesday. For those that have something planned for Easter, happy Easter, and for the others, take it easy. And now to perform the one and only Pingback that remains, MINE.
Daily Prompt seems to be yet again recycling old themes they've done before. My biggest chance? Moving to Sweden with very little preparation or any kind of plan. Ultimately didn't work out, but I'm glad i did it. All part of life's experience.
ReplyDeleteGood Friday has been good for me. At long last a gloriously warm and sunny day meant I could go out on my first proper photo session today. Took 500 photos.....now to sort through them!!!