Mañana
Life has been remarkably quiet here at the Manor for the last while.
The only excitement [if you can call it that] was Daughter’s birthday. Out of respect for her I won’t mention what birthday it was but it is really fucking scary to realise your daughter is rapidly approaching middle age.
Paradoxically, while it has been a quiet week, I have been rather busy. Basically, I had to rip a website asunder and rebuild it because the original developer had piled in a ton of code that seemed to do nothing except slow the site down and force the site owner into paying for two separate hosting accounts, which was weird to put it mildly. I have just finished that little project and the site is now running happily [and about four times faster] in its new home.
I still haven’t done anything about the lawn mower, or indeed half a dozen other things. That can wait until tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Or whenever.
That’s the lovely thing about life these days. There’s no urgency and everything can wait until tomorrow.
My neighbour took ill and died within the week.
There's no present like the time.
"…everything can wait until tomorrow…"
Wife said to me; "What are you going to do today?"
Me; "Nothing."
Wife; "That's what you did yesterday!"
Me; "Didn't finish."
What about your mask?
I was looking forward to you reporting the purchase of a Darth Vader or Lone Ranger outfit.
An Irishman was asked if there was an Irish equivalent of Manana
" I don't believe we have a word that conveys that degree of urgency"
Happy belated birthday to Daughter then (I've been a bit busy the last few days to spend a whole lot of time on the 'puter).
I need to cut the grass but the weather isn't cooperating. I hate cutting wet grass. So does the mower for that matter.