Well the birthday is not actually today but it is being celebrated today at the university where the university library is named in his honor. His birthday is tomorrow, March 2. But hey, it’s Friday, party time and I am sure he would not mind. He most probably would have loved it today, being surrounded by young folks, many of whom must have Continue reading “Friday Freebies: It’s a Birthday”
Friday morning started cold and rainy. The thought of going down to the cold garage to make some breakfast leaving a warm bed, certainly was not inviting. Now you may be thinking why I make breakfast in the garage. We started renovation work on our kitchen and so temporarily the kitchen was set up in the garage. As the garage was not originally designed to be used as a kitchen, we have our stove in one corner and the microwave in another corner, the space in between filled with knick knacks and furniture from the living room that also being worked on at the same time. Unfortunately there is no drainage in the garage and no water connection, so the sink and the dish washer could not be hooked up. This old body is getting quite a lot of exercise going up and down the stairs to get water and do some small washing and cleaning. We had to be inventive to reduce use of water as much as possible. Unfortunately it results in unwanted wastes of paper plates, paper towels and plastic cutleries that none of us like. But I digress. As I said, we try to be resourceful to manage with the existing situation. We moved the coffee machine and the toaster to our bedroom so I could have some breakfast on my bed. The eggs can wait.
As I was sipping my coffee in bed, some thoughts came to my mind that I jotted down quickly and sharing below.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
She married poverty and produced frustration.
Dejected, she separated and married wealthy and gave birth to consumption.
Not satisfied, she had a live-in relationship with greedy and fostered corruption.
Now all of us live in confusion and waiting for destruction.
I posted it in a few Whatsapp groups and pat came a response back from my nephew in India : necessity is the mother of invention and obesity is the father of starvation.
Not sure if he was referring to my growing mid-riff. Now I am scratching my head, to starve or not to starve is the question.
I can see the sun through the blinds. Time to get out of the bed. Friday is beckoning to fry some eggs.
Idea for this post came while commenting on a post from Ritu (butismileanyway). I read her post in bed and sent my comment. As I was getting out from bed, I panicked. Did the ghost of autocorrect took over my comment. What a disaster that would be.
Rest assured I was texting
Enjoying the lush read Continue reading “Visit from the Autocorrect Ghost”
How the three “Rs” have changed with time!
When we were students, it meant Reading, (W)riting, (A)rithmatic.
Went to work, it became Reorg, Retrench, Replace.
Once work life was over, thought it would be Retire, Relax and Reconnect.
But old age brought its own issues of Relapse, Recovery and Redundancy.
And Whatsapp turned Reconnect into Rehash, Repost and Recycle.
What more can be expected from a generation that grew up with “copy / paste”.
Note: Not recycled. Original thought process during breakfast.
I love winter
With its promise
Of spring not far behind
You say you have
The winter blues
But hope is
All that I live for
I sing the
Lights up the world
I stay indoors
Don’t want to be burned
By the scorching sun
Or the raging envy
At the six pack abs
The sculpted bodies
On the beach
I hide my
By winter’s warm clothes
Summer shamelessly disrobes
For public view
I ruefully sing
The summer blues
It seems I reached a milestone yesterday as was confirmed by WordPress, “Congratulations on writing 500 posts on Fleeting Muse!”. I certainly had not been keeping tabs. I started my blog around November of 2015, so somewhere I must have crossed my two years anniversary but did not realize it.
Initially I thought the milestone was for my first food recipe post yesterday. Incidentally that was the blog that made me achieve the milestone of 500 posts. That post also achieved more “likes” much quicker than any of my poems. That made me think about my blog. As my readers may be aware that my passion is writing poetry. Though I diverge from time to time, I always come back to writing poetry. So why did my recipe got more likes quicker than any of my poems? Hmmm….
Is it because,
1. People like food more compared to reading poems, or
2. I have more potential for success as a food blogger than poet, or
3. The photo of the soup bowl with the recipe was really inviting, or last but not the least,
4. I am a lousy poet ( ouch, that hurts)
Unlike the person on the cartoon, I can’t scratch my head for long. Precious few strands of hair that I have on top are far more valuable than finding an answer to my questions at present. Also my belly is sending distress signals to my brain, warning me to complete my writing at the earliest before it goes into a hunger strike.
I realized I did not address my title at all. That will be for another day. Right now I need to put some food in my tummy to calm it down.
Well, I may have gotten the answer to my question there.