Monday morning ramble
Having decided not to succumb to the fate of many, I did not waste my Sunday morning on Facebook, pottering around looking at photos of other people’s animals doing daft things with each other, or watching videos of people getting hurt as they try and do really stupid things. I did not spend more than five minutes reading other people’s ill-informed views on refugees, Great Britain, and Europe. I didn’t even have a good laugh looking at some of the dreadful things the potential next American president has to say; I did not say ‘Amen’ and save a child’s life, I refused to ‘share and get good luck for the next seven years,’ or even make a comment and see what happened to the picture. All of that kind of rubbish went out of the window in favour of my own kind of rubbish. This Monday morning blog which is, as usual, written on a Sunday.
Instead of doing any of that time-wasting nonsense I got together this post for today, did some work on the Donkeys, if you see what I mean and then set about housework. The day started off sunny enough, but soon clouded over. I say ‘the day’ it’s actually still only 8.30 in the morning as I write this so anything could happen, weather-wise. I also pointed off some information about a short course I have applied to do. Although I’d really like to do an MA in English Literature by distance learning over the next two years, I can’t afford it. The lowest cost course I can find is still over €5,000 per year as, naturally, these things don’t come cheap. So instead, I have signed up for a short course for interest’s sake and it’s on scriptwriting. I should hear this week if everything is okay and if/when I can get started. Once started it much be completed within five months. And I am able to afford to pay for this (much cheaper) course thanks to Mozart. I won’t go into detail here but next time you see me you can ask me, if you’re really that interested.
Studying might make afternoons at The Rainbow Bar more of a luxury than a daily occurrence for the next few months then, depending on how much work is involved. We stopped for our first one of the season there on Saturday evening after shopping. Actually, it wasn’t that we stopped there it was more that we were stopped there – is that the difference between an active and a passive verb in English? Yiannis whistled us back and indicated to sit for a glass, on him, and of course you can’t argue with the boss. He’s back there open every day now after his winter wind-down and it’s expected that Neil will start work again in a month or so. How soon the time flies.
And time is flying as I am rambling on, so I’m now heading off into Hooverland to run the old ‘James’ (the vacuum cleaner, not me) around the floors, put the washing out, put the washing away, ‘take away the sardines while leaving the receiver’* and do all that kind of jazz, while Neil sees to the courtyard and starts repotting things. Here’s wishing you a good Monday and week ahead.
*Noises Off
