It’s that time of year again; the time when I start to run out of blog inspiration because of the fast paced nature of life, and am forced to resort to writing letters to an imaginary mascot, asking him for a list of items for Christmas.
I just know you look forward to this as just much as I do.
I’m getting in a little bit early this year. Partly because of the aforementioned inspiration issue, and also because I think you may be a little bit bored. I got an email the other day saying you were going to be at the pet shop, just in case I wanted to bring the dog down for a pic. I didn’t know you did that Santa. You’re either very brave, looking to raise some extra funds for all those good boys and girls, or simply looking for something to do. I’m not going to lie — I’m curious as to which it is.
So… what do I want this year? Well not a whole lot that money can buy, although a nice little table and chairs that I could put on the front lawn to sit at with a bottle of wine and a book would be nice. You’ll need to to supply all of that; the decor, the wine, the book, and the grass (it’s looking a little sad). Also, if you could give me twenty minutes uninterrupted to utilise my nice little space, that would be great.
Mostly, though, I’m after some more immaterial things. World peace is obviously up there on the top of that least, but a bit closer to home, and great deal more self-serving, I’d really like for you to do something about technology. In particular its propensity to stop working when I need it to work the most. I would tell you how frustrating it is, but let’s face it, that’s a dull conversation, and I don’t know that you would get it anyway.
Or maybe you would.
You do, after all use Reindeers instead of a sleigh motor. There may be a reason for that…
I’m not sure reindeer would help my house stay cleaner though, and Santa, I would really like a clean house. And yes, I know, that’s my job, and I do do it, but please, help a girl out. I don’t need it to be perfect, I just want it to be clean for longer than the time it takes to eat a biscuit. Please, for the sake of my sanity, send the cleaning fairy on permanent loan
Also sanity for Christmas — not a bad idea. #justsaying
I would also like — and I’m asking for this one early — some inspiration for my last TAFE assignment. Its been 18 long weeks of a subject I do not like, and I have just reached the end of it. I was doing ok but then, you know, life happened and it made this incredibly pointless and menial task, seem even more pointless and menial. Which it’s not, because I know I’ve learnt a lot, but still. I’m over it, and I’ve still got two weeks to endure it, so any help would be great.
Speaking of inspiration, some for the blog would be fantastic. That way I’m not forced to type out passive-aggressive letters to a mythical being whose claim to fame is that despite being really overweight, he can still get down chimneys. Obviously, I’m not talking about you.
There are some moments when I’ve got plenty of inspiration. I’m sure you know that. It’s kind of obvious because I may be wearing headphones and/or have this face:
It’s my writing/editing face. I know it’s not the most attractive face, but I really like it, because it means that somewhere in the day, I have stolen a few minutes (probably from the housework), to work on the writing I really want to do. Santa, honestly, if you could give me anything for Christmas, it would be the time to just write.
Even better if it was at the said table and chairs on the lawn with the wine nearby. You might need to throw in some more shade. But just enough to keep the glare from the computer screen; I don’t want to get cold. Or hot. A warm day with a very gentle, occasional breeze would be tolerable.
That’s not too much to ask is it?
Time to write, a clean house, a nice spot to sit outside in, and world peace. Sounds easy to me.
What’s on your Christmas list this year?