Fascination

I like words. I like the way some them sound when you say them and the way some of them look when you write them. Fascination is a great word - it looks and sound fantastic!

So what is there to be fascinated about? Many things and sometimes we forget to remember to be fascinated. Kids and language is one of those things. I was sitting with my niece two afternoons ago and she was reading on a Beebook (not quite as cool as a Kindle) and she was giving me a lecture about her reader. I had to check twice even three times as she explained to me her electronical device should not get wet. Electronical! Much better word then electronic. Children on a daily basis seem to mangle and reinvent our language and it comes out much better for it.

That's what so great about blogging. Anything goes. Well anything within reason! I can write 7 million words and maybe no one will ever read one of them but I can use them and write them. See fascinating.

So continuing with fascination. Animals are fascinating. We have two dogs and a cat. The cat lives in our house but only by the skin of it's teeth. My husband doesn't like cats, actually it would be more accurate to say he detests cats. Well he detests our cat. Our cat is awesome. He is large, grey and furry with a conversation that borders on intelligent. Shadow is manipulative, affectionate and obstinate. He will probably live to 101 just to spite my husband. His behaviour is the ultimate in fascinating. Shadow knows how to push my husband's buttons and stretch the friendship completely. He seems to feel that the house is his and only because of his good nature is my husband even living in his home. Shadow lurks in every corner and finds every strategy possible to let my husband know that he is around.

The dogs live outside and can best be described as cheerful larrikans. They have pleasant natures with not a manipulative characteristic in sight. They love the cat, worship him even. If Shadow comes to the back door and a human happens to open it, Clark and Zippidee are there to lick the cat's feet and exclaim with excitement that the being of the house is looking in their direction. They are always super impressed at his complete occupation of the house and I think they hope one day his powers will rub off on them. But I have a feeling Clark Kent wonder dog and Zippidee do dah super poodle will never quite achieve the state of Zen that our cat lives within.

My final observation of fascination comes with the thrill of housework. I'm fascinated why my family are under the impression that I, as woman, mother, wife etc etc, delight in grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, washing and that I even have the brain or skills to deal with these processes. I would seriously one day love to absolutely go on strike and demand something except I couldn't stand the mess or the lack of organisation or starving so I'm doomed. I'm my own worst enemy! Sigh! So even now I can hear the toilet brush calling my name, and I'm sure a duster just danced past. A cleaning I will go!

A Day Such As This

To blog or to really blog that is the question. Well it's not really a question. It's actually a really bad take on Shakespeare and fairly lame intellectually.

So a place to write - that is kind of wonderful- to be able to send stuff into the universe and not quite know where it is going to end up. So the real question that arises is what to write about.
It's like a box of chocolates (no this isn't a terrible Forest Gump moment - honest). It's more like a box of Lindor chocolates (which if you are going to add kilos to the thighs are the only chocolates to consume) It's lovely to write a blog, it's rich and luxurious! You can write about anything, use any words, images, statements. It is complete indulgence (without the calories).

Now to come to a day such as this. I have had a day without breathing. You know those kind of days where you know if you dare to take one breath, just one, the walls will fall down and you will have to start whatever it is all over again. Now as I sit in front of a computer screen, listening to the bustle of family life just outside my zone of attention, I have taken a breath and savoured every last particle of oxygen.

Life sometimes gets in the way of itself which I find quite rude and inconsiderate of it. I certainly would have appreciated some sort of GPS system to help me navigate it - I would definitely use Sean Connery's voice or even Michael Caine. Mind you if I had been given the system to use, God would probably have given me a system that could only speak in chipmunk speak or some nasty righteous official voice.

Right well aren't I doing well for the pity stakes. No GPS, a distinct lack of oxygen and a definite whiney tone to my first blog - Super.

A Day Such As This make you appreciate the days that come after.