It's four years today since I started my blog. And what a rag bag of miscellanea it now contains. So in celebration of the random nature of life, here are some things, neatly catalogued in fours.
Four books in my half read/waiting to begin pile:
Frankie and Stankie by Barbara Trapido
A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg
Trouble with Lichen by John Wyndham
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
Four things I have eaten this week:
The first poached salmon of spring
Four things on my list of chores for today:
Go to the post office
Bring the bins back in (very smug that I remembered to put them out in plenty of time and was not forced to do a daybreak run in my pyjamas)
Get rid of the giant cobweb I spotted on my bedroom ceiling last night
Attack the laundry mountain so we have some clean clothes for heading off at the weekend
Four questions I am pondering:
What am I going to do with my child free week next week?
Does everyone's house get this dirty or are my family extra good at messing ours up?
What shall I make for dinner?
Something vague about the meaning of life and happiness, but I keep getting distracted and cannot think coherently. A friend once said that with motherhood, you loose the ability to think in a straight line. How very true that is.
Four stray items on my desk:
Mark's Rugby match report for his scrapbook
A Lego money box (why? why?)
A shopping voucher
How much tidier it all seems, laid out here in regular fours. I wonder sometimes, if one of the attractions of blogging is that it allows you to place a framework around an existence which seems chaotic. Sometimes, my favourite moment in writing a post is the bit where I get to assign it to a category, and thereby assert some control over the flotsam and jetsam of my days.
Here's to the bizarre and random nature of life and my attempts here to pin it down into a coherent existence. Four years. Who'd have thought? Thanks for sharing them with me.