I'm not going to do a very lengthy post. Well, I'm not planning to, but I might just take some breaks. I've hurt the middle finger of left hand, and just want to rest it. Not sure what I did, but it's a bit swollen. But now that I've started, typing does not appear to be a problem. Typing on a computer keyboard is pretty easy given the keys offer little to no resistance. One of those old fashioned typewriters - and I'm talking pre-electric here - would probably have been gripping my hand to my chest and howling like it has just been slammed with a mallet.
Whilst not discommoding me too much, the swollen finger is annoying. Different things can be annoying. You know, I never thought I'd find the Salvation Army annoying, but I read they have criticised Australians as being selfish for selling used and unwanted items on Gumtree, rather than donate to charity. I actually don't have anything for sale on Gumtree at the moment (although I do advertise my services as an English tutor on that site), but whoever made this dungheap of a statement is most welcome to come to my house, look at my bills, and - to invalidate the necessity of me selling something online rather than donate - take the bills away and pay them all him- or herself. Until then, I would respectfully suggest you shut your freaking cakehole about other people's decisions about what to do with THEIR OWN used household goods.
My children went back to school yesterday. This is not annoying; this is awesome. And because I had a few hours to myself, I decided to read and then meditate. I read for a while (a Carl Hiassen - love his work!), and then switched on my Himalayan salt lamp, found a version of the Ho'opona Opona chant on You Tube, lay back on the lounge, closed my eyes and started to breathe S-L-O-W-L-Y and D-E-E-P-L-Y.
Then the dog farted.
In an ungainly manner, I manoeuvred myself from my supine position, spluttering and wheezing as I did so. My chakras had been sent into a tailspin, and I knew my meditation session just was not going to happen. This was annoying.
I looked at my Facebook group, and someone posted an annoying song by Billy Joel: The Longest Time. This song just annoys me. I don't mind old Billy, indeed, I have been known to sing along to Say Goodbye to Hollywood when it comes on the radio in the car (and I sound horrific, believe me). But The Longest Time just annoys the living snot out of me. In case you're wondering, here are some other songs by Billy Joel that have me blowing out an exasperated breath:
1. Uptown Girl '...You know I can't afford to buy her pearls...' Don't bullshit us, Billy; you can afford to buy her three whole oyster farms if you wanted to.
2. Innocent Man Just overblown and grandiose wailing. 'I aaaaaaam an innocent maaa-aaa-aaaa-aaaaan!' But you're guilty of making my ears feel as though they've been fisted by a knuckleduster-wearing stevedore.
3. Longest Time Just sounds like nonsensical playground chanting to me.
4. Piano Man Oh, I actually rather like this, too, but whenever he goes: 'There's an old man sitting next to me/Making love to his tonic-and-gin', I just think Ick. I mean, just: ick. Would you not notify management and have them remove the pervert if there was such a depraved and obscene act going on next to you at the bar?
Anyway, time for my lunch, and perhaps a nap before the kids get home.
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