After a restless night I got up rather early. Fudge snored
on the sofa as I scoffed Tesco granola and watched an episode of “After Life”
then sparked up my lap-top.
I told the world about my fifth choice of movie (Dammit
Janet!) and sent a birthday video to a nephew. If asked I would have said
he was sixteen or seventeen… He’s twenty-nine today. Twenty-nine (!)
Where do the years go?
With nothing seeming to have happened overnight I spent a
little while working on my Coursera course “Finding Purpose and
Meaning In Life”.
This morning I was presented with seven questions:
- What matters most?
- Who relies on you?
- Who inspires you?
- What causes do you care about?
- What are you grateful for?
- What gets you out of bed in the morning?
- How do you want to be remembered?
I set off to work, and as I drove and as I did my bit at
work I found myself thinking about those seven questions my Coursera professor
had asked this morning. What is my purpose? What do I want from life? All
rather "big" questions, aren’t they?.
What matters most? – I really don’t know.
Who relies on me – the dogs maybe?
Who inspires you – local community leaders mainly. The chap
who ran our Boys Brigade when I was a lad for one.
What causes do I care about? I don’t really know – it
changes quite often.
What am I grateful for? I have a lot to be grateful for…
but I’m not when I should be.
What gets me out of bed? – The backache if I stay in there
too long.
How do I want to be remembered? – I really don’t know.
I *think* the idea of the course is that if I know
what I want out of life I’ll end up a whole lot happier. Personally I just want
everyone around me to be happy, because generally when everyone else is happy,
then so am I.
Mind you I can't pretend to have been
very happy today. I kept thinking about Fudge. When I came downstairs this
morning he'd been fast asleep on the sofa. He must have moved awkwardly in his
sleep as he suddenly sat bolt upright squealing in pain. Within seconds Pogo
had flown down the stairs and was licking him in an obvious display of concern.
"er indoors TM" took him to the
vets this morning. After having been given a once-over the vet couldn't find
anything obviously amiss. He did have a minor set-to with another dog
yesterday. I can't help but think he jolted his back somehow, and that is
playing him up again. He's been prescribed tramadol and rest; he's not keen on
either.
I also spent a little time peering out of the window at
work today. I do that a lot when working at the weekends; often sulking about
what I might be missing. But with the world in lock-down I was missing nothing
today. I had been peering out of the window watching a pair of goldfinches
bathing in a puddle on the flat roof outside. They were having a whale of a
time right up until the point at which I tried to take a photo. That scared
them off a few times before I finally got a (blurred) photo.
With work done as I walked back to my
car I had a look at one of the Munzees I'd stuck on a road sign there a month
or so ago. It had faded to the point of being unreadable, so I replaced it with
a new one. Having put out over fifty Munzees near work I suspect they have all
now faded. I shall replace the lot eventually when I can.
Once I got home "er indoors TM"
took the terrible twins out, and I sat with Fudge. He was very upset that he
wasn’t going for a walk, and he was hurting himself more by getting stressed. I
eventually settled him.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather
good bit of dinner. With that scoffed we had another Zoom video-meet-up. It was
good to catch up. But there’s no denying that an early night might be in order…
Fudge is sulking... the pain killers seem to have helped
but he’s not happy. And consequently neither am I…
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