Me too and I don’t even have a mobile phone.
The OH spends hours of his life on his phone. He is unable to watch the news without getting out his phone to look something up, usually half a minute before the news reader tells us exactly the thing he is looking up. This may or may not come under the heading of impatience, which, for the OH is highly likely. It seems to go with the territory of being overly keen on alcohol, elderly and having an interesting variety of ailments. This combination is enough to make anyone annoyed, but if it proved inadequate there are millions of things to get annoyed about if you have a mobile telephone to hand.
The very first moon landing was achieved with a computer with less computing power than a very basic mobile phone. Probably just as well, if all the astronauts had had modern phones to hand, they’d have been so busy looking up moon facts, they might have missed the landing.
Which would have been very annoying.
Not having a mobile I have to rely on my own brain to get distracted, at which I am ace having had tons of practice.
I am meant to be getting on with the Christmas card. As always, this year is planned to outdo last year. Half of it is in my head and the other half actually exists. Part of the interest lies in wondering if I am actually going to be able to do it but if it is looking quite difficult, or hard work, (currently I have die cut twenty four of a major multi part component and have at least another thirty six to go, of the first component,) I tend to wander off and do something else. I have just tidied about a five years’ worth of a massive dies collection because I am contemplating buying some more for another idea I’ve had and I wanted to make sure I hadn’t got them already.
Last evening I foolishly watched a Black Friday event on a crafting TV channel and not only bought a load of stuff I had not intended to buy; when they invited emails, I joined in and subsequently went to bed with my brain buzzing.
At this time of year I reread Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather, easily the best Christmas book ever. It is very hard not just to sit up all one night and read the book. I force myself just to do a bit and make it last. As a result I only had the end, which is definitely the best bit, to go, which did not prove enough switch off from joining in with TV. I love making smart email remarks and getting them read out on TV. The aim of the game is to make the presenter laugh or distract them so much they forget what they were selling. This distraction, which died with Create and Craft, looks as if it’s back with HobbyMaker, much to my delight.
Here is another game, good for all year. It’s the toilet roll middle game. You are playing against your own previous efforts. The aim is to pack as many carboard roll toilet roll middles into one cardboard toilet roll middle as you can. Like this
see? Empty roll middle on the right, packed roll middle on the left. You would be surprised how satisfying this is.
This one
has ten other toilet roll middles packed inside it. How many more do you reckon I can get in there? Two? Three.?
You can spend a remarkable amount of time on this, especially if you have finished in the bathroom and the next appointed task is unsavoury or daunting. I got the last four in there when I was supposed to be washing a floor and, ideally, plastering up the dent in the wall made by my head.
There are people who just start a task, finish it, tidy up and go to bed. If you have proper work that you have to go to, you are more or less obliged to do that. If you are retired or self employed, you would imagine that the endless days stretch before you until boredom sets in. My problem is the endless possibilities contained in every 24 hours.
I don’t actually have 24 hours in a day, I have discovered that, without a couple of hours workout, everything seizes up and sleep is elusive. If I take the two hours out to workout I will get a solid eight hours sleep, which leaves an hour for a shower and an hour for kitchen, food, or cleaning related tasks and an hour sitting in a heap for lunch, an hour sitting in a heap for tea and an hour for random stuff such as shopping, all of which only leaves nine hours to do anything in, such as writing this, which has taken a couple of hours.
How can anyone take two hours to write such rubbish? You may well ask. You do have to proof read careflly or et loks liiik siz. You also have to do thinking, er, I think. Though, really, how can it take two hours to write a measly thousand words?
Before I answer I have a toilet roll middle to cram into another toilet roll middle, now I have taken the picture and shown you what to do. They won’t just cram themselves you know, it takes thought, a skilled finger and sometimes a tail comb.
And, of course, something else altogether which urgently needs doing.
Which I will definitely get round to when I’ve done this.
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