Often, whilst musing over life's great philosophical questions, I think of my blog. Not because my blog is a great resource on the answers to life's great mysteries, but rather because I have blog readers who generally have answers to my kind of questions.
Why is it that on a day when my kitchen table looks like this ...
I decide to bake?
This is a serious question, needing serious thought.
Why did I not spend the day sorting out the books that lay on my table overnight, waiting for a new day, new energy, new light?
Who in their right minds would think it was sensible to make the other end of the kitchen look like Beirut when one end of it already looked like a storm had hit?
Who else would have walked into my kitchen today, seen a table strewn with the Wee Guy's school books and thought, 'I think I'll bake'?
These are the questions with which I am faced as I head to bed.
Why did I not finish sorting the Wee Guy's books into neat little piles?
This book for the bin.
This book for posting online in the hope that someone will find a use for it.
The book for this coming year's schooling.
This book for the cupboard. Either because I can't bear to part with it, or because I may genuinely find some use for it another year.
Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, and Thursdays are good Sorting Days. Aren't they? I'm sure I heard that somewhere. Maybe it was Winnie the Pooh who said it, and we all know he was a font of wise words.
Or a bear of very little brain, maybe.
... for those of you who make your own coleslaw. Apart from cabbage and carrot, do you add anything else.
I like red onion. When we had our own Spring onions, I used to add them, but I think I prefer the red onion taste.
And for my final question today.
Why is it, when the rest of our island was bathed in sunshine, we had fog?
Bruce and John Wayne don't mind. (By the way, do you like their sheared look?)
I miss the sun, and I really don't wish to have to travel out of Ness for it. It's the holidays; I don't like leaving home during holiday times ... Okay, so I don't particularly care for leaving my home any time ...
Maybe tomorrow the sun will burn away our haar, and if it does, no doubt I will let my readers know. After all, that's what bloggers do, isn't it?