Fuck me stupid

The sun is shining the birds are squawking, the rooster is crowing and my bed is crowded.  It was a threesome now it's a two some, as the cat has wondered off.  My daughter just cruised down the gravel on the way to her voluntary job.  I am contemplating my arousal (or should that be arising?) because work awaits just around the corner of morning.

There is no fucking going on (there very rarely is)although I could easily be catagorised as stupid.  There is no point to this blog, no message, no story.  It is just a random selection of impressions from my life as it is.

I don't want to get up, I contemplate the window framed view of sun and cloud behind the dead and the living gums which changes with the seasons.  The dog snores peacefully along the bed end. I type awkwardly on my cell or mobile or whatever they call it where you live. It's soft touch screen qwerty keyboard tiny under my fat fingers.

So much knowledge, so much computing power at my finger tips.  Who would have thought it all those years ago when I was learning to touch type on an electric type writer. Then later when I had that computer with the green screen with yellow writing.

I used to think I could, would be a writer back then.  But I never really practised, I am not consistant enough and never really believed I was talented enough.  But shit that thought could lead us down a depressing road.  I don't want to be a Polly-anna cheer germ but there has gotta be more fun in life. More leap out of bed and embrace the world enthusiasm!!! 

Things sure have changed.  Thats the thing about life, nothing is more certain than that things will change. Whether we want them to or not.  Really, who would have thought it. Me, lieing here living the dream in Western Australia.  Sun shining, birds skwarking, roosters crowing, a giant dog at my feet, writing on my tiny phone to a potentially enormous but realistically one figure audience. Contemplating leaping out of bed and embracing the world with enthusiasm.