I don’t seem to be getting much done and what I am doing doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense. I am reading a volume of Tacitus, for example, only because it happened to be available at my bookstore recently. And when I am not doing that I am watching British period dramas featuring Joanne Froggatt. Seems like such an odd mix of pre-occupations.
Maybe it is the weather.
I am a bad weather kind of guy. If you cannot be a bad boy, be a bad weather boy. I love the cold wet winds and heavy grey skies. But maybe we’re getting just just a bit too much of it this spring.
Several days ago I took myself for a walk, an irresponsible absence from my day job, and composed a long and clever post about outdoor photography. I never posted it. I never finished it. In fact — to tell the truth — I never started it. I just took many pictures, pictures begging for attention and explanation. Self-portraits, maybe, and each was more or less the same.
Even now I am writing only because I feel like I should…something about guilt, I think, and a sense of responsibility. Plus I want a chance to admire a hat. (See hat to left. Where does a guy get a hat like Lord Grantham’s hat?)
And that’s all I can muster right now.
I cannot even pick on Republicans — as easy as that is — the fun isn’t in it for me now. Besides some people do it so much better, proving that irony is nothing but a matter of perception if not perspective. And no one wants to go to the bar with me. That’s odd, I think. Who could have anticipated that other people might enjoy my sober self more than myself? Odd and dull. Responsible, too.
So I take my found time and day dream of riding a bicycle down a Yorkshire lane. It has to be the weather, hasn’t it?
- SPOTTED: Joanne Froggatt Wearing Christian Louboutin To The 2013 Jameson Empire Awards (shoefessional.com)