Thursday, 4 July 2019

Yawn...

Have you noticed? When someone asks you these days what you do with all the spare time you've got now you're retired, it's no use just saying that you read or knit. Unless you're walking to Compostela with Miriam Margolies or doing a Ph.D, no one will be remotely interested. You can try to mention a talk you went to ( was it really in February?  ) or a magnificent exhibition but nothing short of reporting that you've been volunteering at the South Pole will do. And it'll be useless without photos.

In my defence, I must say I have done the odd interesting thing when young… but since I don't have selfies of them I suppose they don't count. Even when Smaller Grandson went to a nearby Elizabethan Manor with his class a couple of weeks ago, they all stood there visibly dressed up as pirates … Middle Daughter even made a red coat and an eye patch for him ...so they were definitely there. Lots of snaps of tricorns  and stripey teeshirts.  I can remember the odd memorable Christmas … being in a banana plantation one Christmas for instance or people skating over lakes on another but I can't whip out my 'Phone and show them … ? So was it even real?


Many years ago, I was very fond of an old lady who'd been everywhere, long before the days before gap years. I remember watching television with her and every so often there would be an "I've been there" from her chair, usually over Pondicherri , Mombasa or Cape Town. Generations of the family could do it .Come to that, my grandfather could say it about Archangel or the Dardanelles .

Never mind, life now offers other excitement… I've had housepainters on the balcony all morning.  Full volume weather reports, local traffic reports and local ads. adding a bit of background to  all the goss. from the local football club, where they're going on holiday and what they did last weekend, with photos …  and tacky railings./ So remember, the next time you're queueing up for the peak of Mount Everest or windsurfing off Patagonia, take a PHOTO.
( A statue of Thomas Cook at Leicester Station)

5 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Hahahahahaha! I enjoyed this post!

Joanne Noragon said...

A friend once handed me back vacation pictures and said "Were you there? You're not in any of these pictures!"

Friko said...

But I thought the greatest joy in the life of the retiree is that we simply DO NOT have to do anything anymore we don’t want to do. If you fancy riding on the ice behind a team of reindeer, fine, go ahead. But I like sitting in a comfy chair reading a thriller or even a fantasy novel - which I discovered not so long ago and find really quite absorbing. And taking a selfie reading is a bit too much of a good thing. Gosh, I remember the days when I hoped for me-time which never appeared possible. Why spoil it now when I have it. finally.

Angela Lambert said...

I forget who said it " never complain , never explain " but it is my preferred route .I say that I'm semi retired and as people stop early or keep going in ways that did not seem to happen last century it does not tell anybody anything - which is handy .
I do not put any photographs on my blog .It's partly a protest against those blogs that show forty pictures of the same cat or snap and post what they made for dinner ( which always seem to be runny and rust coloured and smugly frugal .)

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