This is a “bud”, which I hope will open soon and show its wonderful flower. Otherwise the word “buddy” has absolutely no meaning for me. If I was not a Brit originally it might inspire me to write something about a “Buddy”, but as I speak British english It does not inspire me to write in this sense of the word.
Of course I have freinds, some online and some real. To define a real friend is someone that is always there for you. In this sense of the word I have such a friend I have known years, 48 I think. We met in school. We parted our ways when I went to Switzerland, but still kept in touch. She did her thing, I did mine. Despite the distance we would meet on holidays, she is the godmother of my youngst son. Our families grew together, her parents and mine, and today she is my rock in London who visits my father and informs how he is. We are both not the hugging, sentimetal versions of friends, but are realists. I got good news today, his condition has improved and he is almost his old self. He is no longer so mobile, but is eating and drinking and things are looking up. With 100 years and a bit more, it could not be better. I feel so much better now.
I enjoy writing my blogs on WordPress, but prefer to keep them personal. I do not do “buddy”, so let it be.
Otherwise I treasure each and everyone of you that spends time reading my words of wisdom daily. I also read yours. time allowing. I have been revising my attachment to the blogging world lately. We all come from different places, have different ideas on how and what to write, but that is what keeps it all so interesting. Unfortunately the day does not have enough hours to do everything. I write my blog, join in a few challenges, and visit other blogs if time permits.
I have to do something all day, being a golden oldie does not mean that I sit in my rocking chair and knit socks. My mother-in-law did, although she would also read or watch the TV and even cook. I am one of the new generation of golden oldies, that find the fulfilment of her dreams by sitting at a computer or two (I have a Macbook and a Windows machine) and visit various places on a jogging mission. Actually I do not visit too many, as you never know what virus or byte chewing monster might be lurking waiting to pounce. I visit Facebook and WordPress, and perhaps Blogger but less and less. Blogger is OK, but mainly it ignores you, so I decided to ignore blogger. I have now discovered a site for brushing up my Russian knowledge which I have neglected over the last 10 years. I even pulled out my text books this morning and gave them a dusting over.
This has made me realise that sitting at a computer is ok, but there is another world out there. Blogging can get addictive. If you do not do the same thing daily, you think there is something missing in your life – but believe me, there is not. I set priorities, which change now and again according to how the mood takes me. I enjoy blogging, I enjoy photography, they are my “buddies”. I also enjoy going for walks, reading books and learning something new. I am not making plans to disappear from WordPress, I have been here too long. As long as I am inspired I will write, but words like “Buddy” do not inspire me and I am still wondering if I have missed its real meaning because it is a foreign word to me.
I have learned to talk about “guys” instead of a “bloke”, to spell the word “colour” without a “u”, but do not talk about a “buddy”. I have friends and online colleagues, no buddies. I speak “cockney” in my first language, and I only had “mates”, but talk about friends as this is the international word that everyone understands, I do not talk about “buddies”.
U jetzt muess i ga, ha öppis angers z’tue. Oh sorry I forgot buddies, you do not speak Swiss German.
Daily Prompt: Buddy????