Music. Not the most knowledgeable of music devotees, I nevertheless have music on almost all the time. My taste is varied and will probably surprise people. It ranges from country to jazz, ‘trip-hop’ to ballads, corny to cutting edge. Me and my mP3, we go places and I resist the urge to boogie at street lights.
Projects – I plan and dream and tell the world. Rarely do I start. Current project is to scrap book my trip to Viet Nam – that was seven months ago now. I’ve talked about it a lot. And that’s almost like doing it.
In the mornings, at my house, different objects reflect the sun that comes in through the slats in our blinds onto our one vast blank wall. Glorious patterns of light play and it is as if we have ART on that wall. It really is.
I am slow at reading up on all the blogs that I enjoy. I try not to at work, although sometimes I just can’t help myself – usually when there’s a really big proof-reading assignment to complete – I will just have a wee look around my unique blog world. An hour later and I am slapping my forehead for not lugging into the debate on time. Two hours later and I am trying to work out how to swing a freelance blog-commenting and writing career, while my mind is spinning away with its ideas. Three hours and no more billable units later, I am back to stressing about my paid work. I actually really like being able to muse, at my leisure, on such disparate topics and people. Now, how to do that and my paid work …
My jars of different teas – sen cha green, gunpowder green, Laos tea de vert, mate, peppermint, ginseng, chai, chamomile, jasmine – neatly arrayed on my kitchen shelf. Domestic bliss, here I am.
Sleeping in on a wintry morn. I bury under the doona, with a little grumble, and pretend that I don’t have to be anywhere else.