Hi

How does it go again? Good Morning, it’s 9:11 am. Somehow the Baker-ism isn’t the same when you’re awake during normal hours. Might have to set the alarm clock and get up ridiculously early and post then, just for a laff.

It’s been a hell of a long time since I last blogged  (checks to see exactly how long it’s been – aha, my panty snatcher link fortuitously posted on my sister’s birthday). No, the reason for my long absence isn’t because I’ve been sitting on Stuff all day; to be honest I think I’m just in a different brain space these days – which I think is a good thing, for the most part. I’m still spending time on the internet, just not much in the sinkholes of Twitter/Facebook etc. That’s great for the ol’ brainpan, but not so great for my social life, heh. Every time I hop on lately I’ve been getting horrible shocks: someone’s quit their job, someone else is pregnant, someone else has become pregnant and had their baby and I never realised they were pregnant in the first place, and so on.

But I guess the main thing is I’m not suffering from the horrible flood/drought scenario that was so common with work. Despite the fact that I’m still in my robe and slippers right now, I am still painfully aware that the number of these days off are finite, and if I’m going to take a day off and do nothing, I want to do it intentionally, not accidentally.

So – for the most part I’m being reasonably productive: making yogurt, granola, jam, muffins in the kitchen; working through The Pathfinder, refreshing my French; writing of course; playing piano (Bach, Beethoven & Debussy); reading (Jean-Claude Izzo’s Solea, Taichi Yamada’s In Search of a Distant Voice, & Louis-Ferdinand Céline’s Journey To The End of the Night); plus knitting, spinning and playing board games (I’m in love with Arkham Horror).

Oh, and I’m back reviewing games again, after a hiccup when I left work, and didn’t realise NZGamer didn’t have my personal email addy. The latest is Shatter, for the PC, and I’m also going to be helping out with the podcast this Thursday – so stay tuned!

All of this makes me wonder how I managed to fit anything in my life when I was working full time; and for that matter, how people with far more responsibilities than me manage to pack it all in. I’ve started eyeing up job boards for some part-time work (there’s something interesting at the National Library I might apply for), but seeing as I’ve still got some money in savings, I’m wondering why I should chuck it all in when I’m able to last a bit longer without working.

It is interesting (just going back to the social thing that I just touched on earlier) how much your social life is generated through work – as much as perhaps you don’t want to admit it. I have lots of friends outside my job (when I had one, I mean), but when I was working I maybe saw them once a month, and I think I didn’t quite realise what was happening, because my social need bar (Sims reference) was constantly being refilled by people at work. Now my bar’s not always in the green I find I’m making more regular contact with my old friends, which has been really satisfying. What’s more, I still see work people socially, which is wonderful, but when I do see them it’s usually one on one, and not just part of the whole “people wave” of work. The encounter is more significant without the kitchen filler conversations. (“Encounter”, “filler”; I know how that sounds. I don’t mean it in a nasty way.)

Anyway, that’s the brain-dump of what I’ve been up to over the past few months. I’ll try to be a bit more regular with my posts – I promise!

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Listening to: National Radio

Drinking: coffee

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