Just want to point out I am using a 30 minute timer and doing stream of conciousness but I do have a child and pets in the house and I am correcting glaring spelling mistakes etc so it might be possible for me to write more within the thirsty minutes but honestly, you don’t need to me go over a thousand words, I want you to stay awake to the end lol.
That said let’s start the timer…
You wouldn’t think it looking at me now but when I was younger I was quite sporty, I did athletics, liked playing tennis, doing trampolining, swimming. What I don’t like is the cold, so I have to be honest and say Winter sports never appealed, plus I have never broken a bone and would prefer to keep it that way. I do like watching the Winter Olympics, which let’s face it other than ‘Ski Sunday’ was more or less the only time we saw these sports. I like watching skiing but being the type of person I am I it is because I like watching them crash, which they do in a most spectacular manner normally, I am not evil enough to want them to be actually hurt, just to see them complete a couple of somersaults. But I always though if I had to do a Winter sport it would be bobsleigh.
I would want to be the second seat in a four man or in my case woman sled, that way you don’t have to be responsible for being at the front and I assume steering and you don’t have to be the ones who push longest and have the biggest risk of falling over before you even get going. It have to say I know they practise for hours and hours but I am surprised that more sleighs don’t set off down the course minus a member or with him clinging on to the back. The other reason I would go for bobsleigh is I understand the rules of gravitational pull which keep it in the tube, curve, run, you know what I mean the track thingy, also being in the middle you can’t really do much damage I shouldn’t imagine, the compact nature of proximity would stop you leaning the wrong way at the wrong time, unless you all do it of course.
What I don’t understand is the lunatics who choose to get rid of the sleigh bit which would give them a little protect if they crash an decide that it is a great idea to fly down as quickly as possible on a glorified tea tray. I know they have different names but I am not going to go look them up, one is the Luge and one is something else, and I can’t decide if the person going feet first, or the one going head first, is the more mentally unstable. Don’t get me wrong I find it fascinating to watch but I do wonder how many of their spouses can bear to watch, it really is a sport where a wipeout could easily be fatal, do their loved ones spend hours trying to persuade them to take up something safer like curling. I confess I like curling as well how many other sports does the ability you wield a Vileda Supermop qualify you for an Olympic sport, although does any one actually know what they are shouting at each other, it is like a cross between a secret language and listening to a farmer shout at a sheepdog herding sheep. The other thing I wonder while watching curling is what happens if one of the sweepers slips and slides into the target area, do they start again or does she sit their while stones a hurled at her in the hope of knocking her out of the way?
I like writing letters, even today in the digital age there is something so much more personal in sitting with a pen and paper, and letting the words, flow from the heart. I have written letters I have never sent, cathartic, vitriol filled rants at those who have done me wrong, well in my eyes anyway but I have written just as many love letters filled with words I cannot say, that I could never allow to spill from my lips.
As a child I used to write to my grandma once she moved away, I have some of those now, returned to me before the dementia took hold, such innocent lines of nothing but they had meant enough for her to have kept them for over 25 years. I think of the letters I wish I could write now, that it is too late for, to give her news of my books, my first grand child impending, so much more information than those lines she saved on the floral notelets that you unfolded to give you more writing space. I need to write to my great uncle, I have not been in touch with him for a while, at one point we rung every week but then my grandma passed away and the contact got less, not from a desire to lose contact but laziness, he probably feels I do not want to hear from him and I know he struggles with the phone so writing is better for him but I put it off so often. My great aunt is on Facebook so I keep in touch there with a series of likes, comments and tags, but my great uncle is not as tech savvy and I know he had trouble accessing the emails I sent him with stuff about the family tree. U have photos of him and my great aunt as children, I know in theory the idea of digital albums people tagged and shared should mean they last forever but you have to wonder whether with the accidental hit of the delete button will entire sections of history disappear. there is of course another reason the letter is so much more personal, the writing. In the family tree research we came across an uncle of my grandma’s repatriated to Australia after the first world war, in this cache of records there was a letter, scanned into the computer but a request for his army records, it seems so silly, the least personal type of letter you could imagine but as I sat staring at the screen I thought about the fact this man, dead before I was born, on the other side of the world had written those words. It had an address and though I am pretty sure the area had chanced I could put it in Google Maps and look at the address he had written that letter from, the street he would have walked down to post it. I love the idea that history is passed on in something tangible, that you can smell perfume on the letters, just the faintest smell of what the writer might have been wearing, that you can look at their choice of paper, pen and even in my case wax seal to tell you even more about them, I love the idea of something that though it will not last forever will, if passed on tell far more than an email ever could.
So in the past I have done places, animals, artists and I was hoping to come up with a really cool theme for this year but it just has not happened. You may have noticed there was no vlog or Lazy Sunday this last week, well the truth is our week was thrown into turmoil with the passing of one of our little furries, Buddy age 6 (a good age for a guinea pig) was dead when we got up on Thursday morning and although I hid the fact from Monster until after school there were lots of tears and as you can imagine we have been busy trying to ease his upset, which to be honest is not helped by ,the remaining piggie, making lots of noise in his distress at now being a lone piggie.
Anyhow back on subject A – Z theme, I have been racking my brain this morning but it was not really complying and I kept wondering off on strange trains of thought. The it came to me, that will be my ‘theme’ stream of conciousness! I am going to open the dictionary at random for each letter and and stick my finger on the word and that will be the starting point for that day. I will give the word and the definition first, then from there I shall allow my mind to wander wherever it so desires for 500 – 1000 words.
Now you all know me, so you can’t hold me responsible for any rabbit holes we may journey into, they may be fun and frivolous, or, dark and dangerous. I have no idea how well this will work but I think it will be fun finding out lol