Wednesday Wonderings

It's been an absolute age since I posted one of these, so here are the things I've been philosophising about lately.

1) What happened to summer? It's pretty much rained for 7 weeks. Summer's on holiday apparently.

2) What purpose do slugs serve? To enrage you by eating everything you haven't yet killed.

3) Why do so many women pluck their eyebrows to virtual non-existence and then draw them back on? Too much time on their hands and access to a mirror, at a guess.

4) Where has my mojo gone? AWOL apparently. Check with summer, it might be with him.

5) What happened to my plan to start writing my novel over summer? It's probably in the same place as summer and your mojo.

6) Is is safe to admit that I am SO proud of myself for learning how to use a sewing machine? Not out loud nor in public.

7) Should I be alarmed that I'm sarcastically answering myself? Why start being alarmed now? You've always had this habit.

8) Why can't my neighbours communicate with their children at a decent volume? How else would they so thoughtfully keep you abreast of their latest drama?

9) Will L be offered a job in Dubai? Yes, if he gets his CV together and applies rather than just talking about it.

10) If life is short why do meetings, the last day of school and flights to holiday destinations take so long? Because old Father Time has a sense of humour and likes it to be at your expense.

11) When am I going to realise I'm not a Stepford wife? Knowing you, not any time or baked goods attempt soon.

12) Did my year 6 teacher really ball out a classmate for reading Enid Blighton Malory Towers with the criticism 'it's not real'? Yeah because during both my childhood and adult life I can't move for losing things to Borrowers, or opening my wardrobe door and inadvertedly finding myself in Narnia and boy is it annoying just how often I tumble down a rabbit hole whilst propped up against a tree.

Great Expectations, Brave New World and The Doors of Perception

Today I drove to my old place of work to collect any final things I had left behind back in July (in my haste to bolt out of the door) and drop off my set of keys. Strolling around and collecting up my things whilst I munched on sweets I can't say I felt any nostalgia. Not one bit. I didn't even feel a sense of 'closure' like I had expected, or a feeling of a weight being lifted from my shoulders for that matter. I had expected both those things.

I felt misty eyed enough to text my old boss to give her a heads up I'd stopped by, picked up some things and dropped the keys off. Apparently seven weeks is a very long time to not see and talk to a person (even when they added you on FB not six weeks ago) and therefore the person must be addressed as though they were a blast from your past. Not entirely sure what I expected there but evidently it was more than the hasty brush off.

I suppose I should look at the whole situation as 'one door closing and another opening' and I do (still have my head looking at the floor with my hands thrust deep into my jean pockets as I scuff my trainer in the dirt with wounded pride though), I mean there's only a slight if I perceive one surely.

So, as my next chapter begins and I have - as per usual - a great deal of uncertainty hanging over me (including whether L will apply for that job in Dubai amongst other things) I step bravely forward into the unchartered territory, with dirty trainers but my head held high.