TASHY DOES
December 16th 2018
I've just gone through what I consider to be, annually, the most stressful week of the year. It's always the same. Food to buy, presents to buy, cards to send and, every year, money to juggle. During my married years, 27 Christmas's in total, money has always been a concern. For only 4 of those years was I not the sole breadwinner. Nowadays it is more usual for both partners to work but years ago that was not the case.
This may well have been one of the reasons that, from their parents at any rate, none of my children would ever receive more than 5 presents. I watch in horror as I see rooms full of presents, the vast majority of which will never be played with again.
But worse than that it inbuilds into those young brains the idea that we can always have what we want when we want. Life is not like that. Life should not be like that. I consider I had an incredibly happy childhood, without masses of presents. I loved the ones I got more because they were less. I had to invent play. I had to think. I had to create. There was no robot, thank god, to ask questions of and hear what to do.
I saw an advert recently from google showing someone asking their pod or whatever it's called, how to carve a turkey. The sad thing is they probably, if it had been real, would think they were being told the correct way, the only way. They weren't. They were told the way the pod was programmed.
I suppose in years to come someone will write a programme for these robots, it may already have been done, where you will give them a list, tell them your financial situation and leave the robot to select the presents. And a few years later someone will notice the human brain has shrunk to half its size.
December 9th 2018
It's going to be a little bit repetitive for the next few weeks as far as my working life goes. Countries uploads continues, some future planning is always in my mind but the main focus, as with many people at this time of year, is on the festive season.
Christmas cards need to be written and sent, presents bought and food thought about. Sometimes I find this more stressful, using the word without it pertaining to any health risk, than running the website.
Tomorrow it's time to post cards, especially ones to New Zealand. December 2nd 2018
It's all looking quite good with regard to having a bit of break over Christmas and the New Year. Uploads to Owlbut's website will cease on December 21st and resume again on January 7th 2019. The festive uploads will continue but they are all pre-programmed,
However, my creative brain will continue to function and you can rest assured that something will be disturbing the grey matter over the holiday period. I will let you know here what it is.
In each of the last few years I have thought that maybe, as tempus is busy fugitting, this year may be last in which I hang from a ladder and press drawing pins into my ceiling. Last year I actually damaged my thumb by exerting too much pressure but this year all went smoothly, although I am pleased nobody sees the angles I adopt on the stepladder.
It's going to be a little bit repetitive for the next few weeks as far as my working life goes. Countries uploads continues, some future planning is always in my mind but the main focus, as with many people at this time of year, is on the festive season.
Christmas cards need to be written and sent, presents bought and food thought about. Sometimes I find this more stressful, using the word without it pertaining to any health risk, than running the website.
Tomorrow it's time to post cards, especially ones to New Zealand. December 2nd 2018
It's all looking quite good with regard to having a bit of break over Christmas and the New Year. Uploads to Owlbut's website will cease on December 21st and resume again on January 7th 2019. The festive uploads will continue but they are all pre-programmed,
However, my creative brain will continue to function and you can rest assured that something will be disturbing the grey matter over the holiday period. I will let you know here what it is.
In each of the last few years I have thought that maybe, as tempus is busy fugitting, this year may be last in which I hang from a ladder and press drawing pins into my ceiling. Last year I actually damaged my thumb by exerting too much pressure but this year all went smoothly, although I am pleased nobody sees the angles I adopt on the stepladder.
