Friday, 22 July 2011
It's 2300 hours and it's such a beautiful evening that it's still light outside and light enough inside to find my way around without lights. Apart from the cold northerly breeze this afternoon and evening this is what summer is supposed to be like. So after dinner I sat in the conservatory in the warmth of the sun and read blogs until I was up to date. There is no doubt that once I started living in Blogland I found being away for even a few days quite unsettling. I love reading about all that you, my Blogland friends, do, where you go and how you interpret the world because each of us has a different take on the world we live in and a different way of expressing how we feel about it. I, for one, also learn a lot about the places where you live.
Anyway, as is my wont, I have erred and strayed from my way like the proverbial lost sheep. I was reading Pauline's post Last Accommodation North when I suddenly read the words "But what are plans other than more restrictions..." Now I have been making plans for nigh on most of my life and whilst I am less of a planner now that I used to be I still plan a great deal. Of course it isn't possible to live the sort of life many of us lead without making some plans but some of the most enjoyable things I have done in recent years (like touring Northland!) have had a large element of spontaneity in them. So I have decided to adopt Pauline's words as one of my mantras.