A piece of peace
All quiet today.
I did a brief roundup through the papers – all fucking miserable depressing stuff as usual. If you want a healthy relaxed mind, then avoid the news.
The world these days seems to be an unending stream of war, threats of war, violence and of course the usual predictions of impending disaster from the climate mob. It is so much easier to just ignore the lot of them and enjoy a quiet peaceful Sunday afternoon.
It is very quiet here. There is a bit of a breeze out there which, I am told, is another storm. Unless it picks up a good bit I doubt there will be any flying trampolines. Herself is quietly listening to the radio – Classic FM. She had been listening to RTE but that’s as fucking depressing as the papers.
I had intended to shampoo the carpet [yet again] but that’s noisy and I am enjoying the peace and quiet with faint sounds of the Hebrides Overture from the other room.
So if you are reading this, try and keep the sound down. No shouting please.
I might even have a nap.
HEY…HEY YOU. WAKE THE HELL UP!
… and James is quietly dragged from the room by Grandad’s security team.
I don’t know what the Hell came over me. I’m generally not prone to this sort of outburst.
“If you want a healthy relaxed mind, then avoid the news.”
Our neighbors on the other side of the street are getting divorced. A fairly common thing these days I suppose, but these two have been married over 50 years. Both are retired.
The rub as I understand it is that he spends most of the day on his phone catching up on the news. (The majority of it depressing as all hell).
I’m thinking he could win millions on the lottery and be pissed when he realizes its taxable income.