Been a while, no real rant this time – just musing. In another two weeks a birthday of mine comes. No fanfare, celebrations planned and I even get to buy my own card for mum to sign as she can’t work on the computer of hers for anything, but letters.
In the past, not so distant, I actually got to make a day of it, my birthday. However, the older I got, the more distance seemed to arise between the people I called friends and myself. Physical distance, temporal and even just plain growing apart due to how busy we’ve all been.
It’s become another day in the life and not even a packet of biscuits with a candle! I do have some choices; Films – in cinema or on disc, a not so fancy dinner with pizza or take away Chinese and of course the tried and true go to event – type and play cards on the computer as I compose a short story, finish a novelization or poem.
I know on the poetry end I should compose a few more dark variety for the third collection. I can also make a day of working on corel draw photo shop or whatever it’s called and make my cover for ” Elder Offensive ” or even do something for part 1, book 1 of Camden’s Follies.
Still, how life got so convoluted, busy and stressful that I can’t even grant myself a day of rest and revelry is beyond me. I guess I’ll make mum feel better at some point and make brownies for that or some other day or maybe even pretend to enjoy the single card I receive from my cousin(s) before going out to research the last of my story I need to write up. There’s always a tale to be told – definitely more exciting than mine so it seems.
I guess there’s always Christmas or some other time of the year I can force myself to splurge on me and tell the world to go away while I rested and had a little fun. Perhaps, it would be the day I get my flat in Edinburgh settled? Or maybe when I can grab a smoking pipe, a glass of the good stuff and, with my cat on my lap, watch the sun go down or something simple that most would call boring.
I’ll finish my read edits and final chapter for part 12 of Camden’s Follies for this round of writing. Prepare to be keel hauled by Kindle or Nook and just smile as my author’s table will have something other than anime this time.
Bitter? Not at all. I’m too old it seems to dwell too much on such things. Sad, maybe. However, hindsight being what it is, I should have seen this coming since my 27th birthday oh so long ago.
Anyway a little poem to see us off and all, eh?
The metronome of my life, a clock on the wall
Old fashioned and dusty – bit like myself
Is it me or has the world shifted from colour to black and white?
Mornings are rote for the most part, sans the cats
There was a time when I had morning repast, er, breakfast
Now, only on unusual days
So, though I never even hum it, I carry my song of the day in mind
Walking without purpose, planning the dreams of yesterday
Squeezing time as best I can
Never a dull moment, but few are they that hold more than a passing smile
I would reckon my birthday is nigh
Easy to see as the days seem to slow more than normal and the quiet is a crescendo
Another year has passed, a day as any other comes and will retreat in the rear view
As any day of mine, looking back briefly at the road travelled
Have I traversed so far already?
I raise my cup of ambition, pet my cat and hug mum
To the toils of the day and who knows?
Maybe today I try the cheesecake