What bores you?
Me? Bored? Never.well almost never.
I get a new prompt every morning to give my blog a push, at least that is what they say. It is all a matter of interpretation. I get a prompt every morning, it is not new and only pushes my boredom, but I continue. I am a veteran according to the daily prompt people, and who cares about veterans. We eventually disappear (see photo – one of my original happy-go-lucky photos taken of Sissinghurst cemetery, England).
I have a computer, two actually, and you are never bored with a computer. Lately I discovered the Reader on the WordPress pages. They now have an app and I find it quite good – it is not often I find things good because I love to have a rant now and again. Anyhow this reader shows me all the blogs that the people I am following are writing and I have discovered there is a world out there without the Daily Downer (sorry prompt) but I am a succour for punishment it seems. This new app works on Apple as well as Windows – just perfect.Through this app I have discovered other daily stuff I can blog about.
This got me thinking, what about a daily blog to write entitled “Golden Oldies Blog Together”. I am thinking about it. Just a blog for contributions from those aged 60 and above. However, it could be a problem, and I already see the 50 year olds rattling their canes and complaining about being left out. After all you can be an oldie according to how you feel. So perhaps I could rename the daily blog “Silver and Golden Oldies” to include the 50 year olds. We could submit our blog about daily life as veterans and how we feel neglected by the daily prompt. There would be a platform for golden oldie problems: how to write your blog with arthritic fingers, what to do when you tend to forget the word you wanted to use and above all we could show our favourite photos of graveyards, grandchildren and children. No, forget about the grandchildren and children, that would be boring. We could show our selfies going to the library, taking a walk through the cemetery (again) and of course occupying the seats in the café with our groupies, talking about the good old days when the daily prompts were fresh and we were not excluded from the novelty of it all. Oh the rants we could blog about, it would see no end. I would create a page – a selfie a day to show that even we golden oldies can do what the youngsters can, although our selfies might be a little shaky and blurred – do you have problems keeping your hands still when taking a selfie?
Then we have Facebook to break down the boredom. I have spent the best part of the last two days cancelling the notifications I received with cooking recipes, mostly attached to a suggestion to order your own crock pot online. I realised that these recipes are all the same with different names. Take a ready made pizza pastry, some pizza sauce, pizza tomato mixture and a mixture of pizza cheese (parmesan, mozzarella and cheddar) and pizza herbs. I am still wondering what cheddar has to do with it. It is an english cheese which every British housewife includes in all her cheese recipes, but I just cannot imagine why mama italia uses it.
I cancelled the notifications, but then realised my Facebook mailbox was full of the remarks that all the faithful followers of these super quick cooking efforts were making. I discovered how to cancel them and there was now a pause until it seemed that Facebook realised my crime against the visual cooking opportunities and other sources began to appear on my public pages. Thank goodness I have my own community which is recipe free and only visited from my faithful followers although this also has its disadvantage. Facebook want me to promote it. I discovered this would cost real money. It seems there is an office somewhere in the Far East full of various workers that click likes on your community page, it is their daily bread. So at the end of the week you have a few thousand likes more, at a price of course.
I will now go, this blog is becoming a boring rant – but let’s face it, it is what the Daily Prompt wanted to see – or?