There were great expectations when I
planted my anemones in March and they have been fulfilled. This is the first,
so he was sent ahead of the others to tell them it is safe, come on and flower.
As it was the first, he was in such a hurry that one of the petals got lost on
the way. However, nothing is perfect, and even with one less petal, he is still
doing his job.
Otherwise I do not promise myself anything as it is not so sure that by the end of the year I will remember what I promised myself. I still have great expectations of being discovered as a great writer, story teller, famous author, but there are still a few months to go until December, so why the rush? I did promise myself to blog every day, but this is easier said than done. My followers, fans, disciples and others may have suffered under withdrawal when I disappeared for a week to London to see my dad. My pages were empty, neglected, but I returned to continue my blog epos. There were circumstances, beyond my control in the blogging world, a great new look. This too had birth pains, it was no longer so great, it remained new, but together we are strong and the grid showed itself stronger than all of us.
So, where was I? Had a small interruption, as the lawn was mowed and there were a few edges that had to be ripped out by hand. I love doing that, really an outlet for pent up emotions. As said, there were no real promises so I do not have to try to accomplish anything. I discovered that it is possible to write a novel with Amazon, something called Kindle Direct Publishing. For a lazy golden oldie like me this would be the solution. My work would be published, I just have to know what to write and begin. I am thinking about it, but you will all be the first to know when it has arrived.
Idecided to should do some sort of fitness training. A half hour walk
during the day would be a great idea: breathing the fresh air of the
countryside, climbing hills and walking untrodden paths in nature’s landscape.
Unfortunately it was raining when I had this idea. I did not give up, so I
decided to go to the local supermarket (by car). I wandered half an hour
exercising my legs, pushing the trolley for support, and applying arm exercises
picking out the goods I wanted to buy. I was really proud of myself when I
returned and decided to do this at least three times a week, but I usually do,
so I suppose that does not count.
Thinking of the title of this prompt, I am reminded of the book Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. There was a little boy, Pip, who was promised Great Expectations. He was under the impression the promise originated from a rich elderly lady who often invited him to her home, mainly to be a companion to her adopted daughter or whatever. However, Pip was wrong; the promise of Great Expectations came from an escaped convict that Pip once helped when he was a boy. The convict had come into money and decided to repay Pip. So you see how disappointing Great Expectations can be especially as Pip had an eye on the adoptive daughter as a sort of reward (this all happened in the last century so I suppose that sort of thing took place in those days). I must say the government of my country also have great expectations, are always making promises, but they seem to have the same problems as me, they forget what they promised.
That is why I do not really bother. There will be no disappointment at the end of the year and even if I do not win my Pulitzer or Nobel prize, it is OK. And now for something completely different: I will upload this masterpiece and afterwards clean my window blinds. I noticed they are full of sticky pollen and that cannot wait until the end of the year.
Otherwise I do not promise myself anything as it is not so sure that by the end of the year I will remember what I promised myself. I still have great expectations of being discovered as a great writer, story teller, famous author, but there are still a few months to go until December, so why the rush? I did promise myself to blog every day, but this is easier said than done. My followers, fans, disciples and others may have suffered under withdrawal when I disappeared for a week to London to see my dad. My pages were empty, neglected, but I returned to continue my blog epos. There were circumstances, beyond my control in the blogging world, a great new look. This too had birth pains, it was no longer so great, it remained new, but together we are strong and the grid showed itself stronger than all of us.
So, where was I? Had a small interruption, as the lawn was mowed and there were a few edges that had to be ripped out by hand. I love doing that, really an outlet for pent up emotions. As said, there were no real promises so I do not have to try to accomplish anything. I discovered that it is possible to write a novel with Amazon, something called Kindle Direct Publishing. For a lazy golden oldie like me this would be the solution. My work would be published, I just have to know what to write and begin. I am thinking about it, but you will all be the first to know when it has arrived.
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Thinking of the title of this prompt, I am reminded of the book Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. There was a little boy, Pip, who was promised Great Expectations. He was under the impression the promise originated from a rich elderly lady who often invited him to her home, mainly to be a companion to her adopted daughter or whatever. However, Pip was wrong; the promise of Great Expectations came from an escaped convict that Pip once helped when he was a boy. The convict had come into money and decided to repay Pip. So you see how disappointing Great Expectations can be especially as Pip had an eye on the adoptive daughter as a sort of reward (this all happened in the last century so I suppose that sort of thing took place in those days). I must say the government of my country also have great expectations, are always making promises, but they seem to have the same problems as me, they forget what they promised.
That is why I do not really bother. There will be no disappointment at the end of the year and even if I do not win my Pulitzer or Nobel prize, it is OK. And now for something completely different: I will upload this masterpiece and afterwards clean my window blinds. I noticed they are full of sticky pollen and that cannot wait until the end of the year.
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