Humdrum is following me. Every day I embark on an adventure, or I try to.
I go to the supermarket on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon. What could be more humdrum, I even know the days I go. Sometimes we might have a holiday on one of those days and the stores are closed. Imagine the excitement when I shop on Tuesday instead of Monday. The store has the Tuesday feeling, excitement and perhaps I might see a butcher on Tuesday that usually has the day off when I go shopping. A different face to serve me my sausages and ham.
On the other days of the week I make an effort to go for a wheelie with my camera (if it is not raining). Now the problems begin. I am looking for excitement for my camera lens and that is when a crow decides to fly before my very eyes, an action photo. Just at the moment when I was not concentrating and my camera is not ready. Or yesterday I was having my midday sleep and then I heard a very loud noise. I struggled to the window, opened the blinds, and what did I see. A formation flight of the Swiss airforce (yes we have one) and they looked perfect and low flyers, what a photo that would be. I was in the bedroom, sleep still in my eyes, and my camera was in another room. When I eventually realised what was happening the planes were off in the distance. Just as I had got comfortable again hugging the bed, the planes did a second fly over. Another opportunity to get my Pulitzer prize for photography missed. It is the story of my life.
I have at least 200 photos of our local train, another humdrum event, but you never know. Perhaps one of our storks might be sitting on it as it approaches the little station in our village with its 970 population. Today there was a football tournament in the village on the other side of the river. I could hear the commentaries all day, but too far to go there. I would have to swim across the river. I could take the car, but probably not find a parking space.
And so here I am writing my daily humdrum blog. Why? because I do it daily I suppose.