Meh, Meh, Meh!

One thing I have struggled with during the lockdown is reading. I’m not sure why, because reading has always been a great form of escape for me. It’s as if my brain refuses to leave the place it’s at now to go to places of fantasy, murder, and intrigue. It’s frustrating to say the least.

Maybe it’s because I’m feeling like John Coffey in The Green Mile, which coincidentally is one of my favourite books.

There is a lot of awful stuff going on. Not just in South Africa, but globally. It makes me sad, even though I know there is nothing I can do about it. As far as possible I try to live in my little bubble, oblivious to what’s going on around me, but the muck still filters through.

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Rain, Rain, Glorious Rain…

…some time ago I mentioned that we have serious water restrictions here.  The dam that supplies our town with water has been hovering at 10% or less for a bitterly long time, but…

it started raining softly during the night and it hasn’t let up since.  It is pouring down and I AM LOVING IT!  I am going to make Mom and I a hot pud (chocolate I think) and custard and we are going to crawl under the covers and watch DVD’s. 

Am waiting for some pics from yesterday’s early Halloween party, which I will write a decent post about.

On other things…

On the Seven Deadly Sins challenge that was doing the rounds:

I am lusting for a hot, passionate man in my bed.  One that will do exactly what I want him to do, without any protest. 

Sloth is what rainy Sundays like today are made for, but I had to work.  Fortunately I have some time to be sloth-ful (is that even a real word?) now.

I am filled with envy at some peoples’ success; particularly when I work harder than they do, and I still continue to tread water.

I am a glutton for punishment.  At work today I asked Sandra if there was anything I could help her with and ended up staying at the office two hours longer than I would have!

I am greedy for attention from certain people sometimes.  It stems from my childhood, but I’m working on those issues.  I hope I don’t become greedy for food – I’ll be as big as a house then.

The biggest (not that sins have sizes) one I have to deal with is pride.    I am extremely proud and generally will not ask for help from anybody.  It is not something I can “put in my pocket” as the saying says. 

My wrath is seldom released, but when it is, may the god you pray to be around to protect you, because I will not be responsible for my actions. 

Right, enough of me and my ramblings – I am going to get busy with that pud.

Enjoy what’s left of your Sunday!