Since you been gone

Blimey,
it seems like eons since I last wrote anything on the blog. I think I am out of practise. In the past month the world seems to have turned upside down and back to front and yet for once I haven't said a word. Maybe I have lost my mojo. Maybe Mojo lost me!

One of the reasons is that I have developed a really nasty bout of RSI that makes tapping a keyboard a bit painful, another is that I have been busy planting weird bulbs in my garden and yet another is that I have been working too hard trying to avoid a personal recession to comment on the one in the banking world.

My lazy and unenforced departure from the blogosphere has allowed me to develop a few new ideas though and one of them is that once you are a blogaholic you loose all sense of perspective.

If you are anything like me, and you regularly write a blog, it becomes an extension of yourself. You think about things in a different way than before and you are often tempted to comment on the matters of the day the instant they happen. Maybe if you write something relevant another blogger will pick it up and then WHAM BAM you have a new conspiracy or discussion group of what ever. Sometimes you may get lucky and set the agenda for the entire world, or you might just get ripped of by Drudge and endanger the lives of thousands of troops unnecessarily, whatever the case, blogging is a small trip into immortality and occasionally immorality.

Having an enforced break leaves you with the opportunity to look at life again in the old fashioned way. Being unable to comment to interested readers leaves one with an almost meditative perspective on life and I have to tell you it is quite refreshing.

I am not at all bothered by the wanderings of Dick Cheney or the idiots in the state department. Northern Rock has not hassled my concience for a couple of weeks and I  haven't bought or listened to  a single new act for over a month.  Instead I have rediscovered  books and magazines I had forgotten about. I have worn my hands out in the freezing soil of an English Spring and I  have picked up my guitar and strummed a few chords for the first time in  months. This week I went fishing and caught teh smallest fish in the ocean and a solitary whelk! (not easy on a line and hook I can tell you) Today I even went ice skating with my kids. In the interim my blog has hovered in the ether, unread and unremarked and two of my previously very valuable and expensive web sites have withered on the vine because I didn't renew the domain hosting. And do you know what? I couldn't care less...

So here is my tip for you as I start the blathering again. Take some time out. Switch of the infernal computer. Breath some fresh air  and don't take it all so seriously. Life is for living. Not typing!

Happy Easter. (Whatever that is)