Photographing things through other things is my thing
So I’m sat here at home, working, when I should have been out in the Lake District, sailing. That was the plan and it was a great plan. It would be a nice day off, a brief respite from work and studies and the assignment that I have due next week. I very much need some time away from the computer because I’m not getting enough ‘life’ in my work-life balance right now.
Yet here I am, sat at my desk as usual. Why? It’s simple: I keep being prevented from working by people calling me up to deal with this, that and the other. It all comes down to the mortgage, yet again. The mortgage that you may remember was already sorted once and yet I’m now dealing with it again because it fell through. So, yet again, I am forced to set aside my work – the thing that pays my bills and lets me pay for all the costs that come with living – so I can sort out problems caused by other people.
That’s pretty much my job description at this point, and I don’t like it.
Jennifer says today’s weather is not good for sailing in anyway if you’re a newcomer (which I very definitely am) but I can’t help feeling she is just saying that to help offset the disappointment. Still, we’ve decided we are definitely going sailing next week, weather permitting. I have decided also that, regardless of what happens or what faux emergency arises about the mortgage, from now on I am getting my work done first and dealing with the problems caused by other people second. It’s probably the only way to stay sane.
The April Poetry Challenge begins tomorrow. I am kind of nervous about it now that it is actually going to be here. I don’t have a clue what I’m going to write about yet but then again, I haven’t a clue what I’m going to photograph each day for the 365 Days of Photography challenge and that seems to be going along well. I think I’ll just wing it and see what comes to pass. Writing from the heart, or the seat of the pants, seems to be the way I work best. We’ll see how it goes. If necessary, I’ll fall back on writing comedic poems about life in Blobland or something.
Actually, now I think about it, that may work out quite well…
