Sunday is a day for reflection. Reflection today was cut short by rain. Did manage a bit though and we also found an as new Monopoly game to boot.
On a day like today where rain halts play/car booting I would usually call in on my Grandma. But my Grandma isnt there any more. It feels so weird because she should be there. She was invincible. She should have outlived even me. She was the only person who I could call a dirty slapper and survive without getting a black eye!
I have plans - I *know* that one day I will see the Taj Mahal (subject to it not being blown up by terrorists), will walk along the Great Wall of China and will buy a dodgy Rolex in Hong Kong. I have to have plans because that makes the hum drum of everyday life worth living. It means that having to deal with magazines that cock up your advert doesnt get you down too much, the rain and cold weather stopping the kids from playing outside so they take to writing on the walls instead isnt too bad and trying to turn £5 into £50 because bills need paying isnt too frightening because tomorrow I might win the lottery (this is a figure of speach - because I dont often but lottery tickets!)
Without plans for our future how do we survive from one day to the next? How can we live knowing that each day is going to be the same? That nothing exciting will ever happen and the highlight of the day would be finding all the wholewheat pasta in Tescos reduced to 10p a packet. Monotony is boring. Dreams are needed - we all need dreams or we become boring ourselves.
So I guess the moral of the story is that you should live each day as if it were your last - because you never know what might happen tomorrow. But then again this can't be right because if that was the way to live then I should be jetting over first class to New York, buying up the contents of Macys just for the heck of it and then dine in the most lavish restaurant there - and putting the whole lot on credit cards because I wont be around tomorrow to pay for it. Not my problem!
I will have to ponder this problem some more
In the meantime I am going to dry off, read 'The ultimate Guide to Dinosaurs' (hardback, £1, Bursledon press)and drink hot chocolate before I go in search of the washing machine and see if the thing has magically washed and dried all the nappies itself - or whether I need to do it myself