Daily Prompt: (Yawn?) -It is never boring with a Daily Prompt

What bores you?

Sissinghurst Cemetary

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?

Daily Prompt: (Yawn?) – It is never boring with a Daily Prompt

Daily Prompt: (YAWN)

What bores you?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DULL.

If I served a meal like this, it would definitely be boring

Rösti, peperoncini, fried egg

Just add a little colour and then we have this.

1st August lunch - Rösti, Peperoncini, Fried Egg

So perhaps this is what it is all about.

I asked Mr. Swiss “am I boring?” and he found “everything else. With you there is never a dull moment, the problem being I never know what to expect next.”

Just sitting around waiting for the sun to shine and doing nothing is not my thing. I have to be busy. Many moons ago I would have lit up a cigarette, but even that was between doing things. No longer smoking I have even more time during the day to use up my excess energy.

I swear over housework, ironing, washing as most of the housewife tribe, but without it, I would just be sitting around waiting for the daily prompt to appear. Even swearing is part of the excitement of life. As you see even my food has to be colourful, as my life. For the moments in between there is always a book to read and if the reading exercise becomes boring, then switch in a little brainless game from Facebook (Candy Crush is the favourite of the moment), no problem with an iPad. It keeps the grey cells working.

Yesterday I did have an overload of things to do, unexpected, but imagine the satisfaction when it is all done. Mr. Swiss has a back problem so is more than a little immobile at the moment. This morning he was going to bring our chief cat to the vet for a short back and sides due to the zoo living in her fur coat and the felted and matted density. She had even begun to remove the fur herself by tooth and was walking around with furry bits hanging out the side of her mouth. Mr. Swiss being incapacitated could not go, so I had to fit the appointment with a long furred monster in between changing the bedding, cleaning the kitchen (it is Thursday) and cooking lunch. Just a minute, I only have 4 hours spare time in the morning for these chores and the appointment at the vet was 7.30 a.m. meaning I would lose half an hour of my beauty sleep. No problem, I am the bionic super woman. I changed the bedding on Wednesday afternoon, in between my usual Wednesday cleaning doors work as well as cleaning a window frame which had been repaired. Was I bored, did I yawn, no, of course not, it gave me a purpose in life and I annoyed all the usual suspects with my complaints (a character thing).

I must say I was glad that Mr. Swiss picked up a sheared cat from the vet on his way back from the doc: lunch was served as usual.

I just cannot sit around and do nothing. Even television annoys me and with my multi-tasking quality. I can easily read a book when the most exciting horror movie is showing. Perhaps I might make an exception for a Brad Pitt film.

Life is too short so make the most of it and yawning stresses my mouth too much, I need the extra energy for talking. Now I have finished this blog, with a sleepy half doped black short haired cat sitting next to me (they have to put Nera to sleep when shearing her, it can become a dangerous job – by the way blog follows some time) and I intend to clean the windows – just a thirty minute job. I believe in regular work to minimise the amount of energy needed.

I hope you do not fall asleep reading these words of advice on how to spend an active fulfilled day. Probaby the theme for tomorrow’s daily prompt is “What actions do you take to stay awake. Tell us about it.”

Daily Prompt: (YAWN)