Finger Food Gave Me Food For Thought

I attended a get-together at a friend’s home last week. It was nice, easy-going and she had prepared a very impressive buffet of hors d’oeuvres and canapes, with lots of yummy dips – hummus, salsa, guacamole and more I couldn’t with certainty identify. Everything was yummy though. I loaded up my plate twice and could have happily done so a third time, although my mum would have disapproved, so my conscience held me back.

I was in deep thought that night. I found myself staring at the buffet table and I came to the conclusion that my lifestyle is just like it.

I live my life in little snippets and bite-size chunks. I spend fifteen minutes on this, twenty minutes on that. Friends all over London, all over the country – I spread myself thinly, gallivanting here and there, avoiding becoming a burden to anyone. Always the friend that people feel they never see enough of. Happy to start a paid job then move on elsewhere within a year. Although I am committed to voluntary projects and see them to their completion. I have even found it better if I break up my house-keeping. Thorough clean kitchen one day, bathroom the next, bedrooms and study, living room and utility room.

I juggle various sources of income, various voluntary commitments, and have a plethora of family members and friends to keep in touch with. My life is certainly graced with variety. But I have to spread out my time. It’s rare that I can devote a whole day to one thing. I guess a lot of people are like that nowadays. Such is the pace of life – especially in a big city I believe. You have to be very good at juggling.

It’s not often that I feel I can allow the time to sit and watch a movie from start to finish. So it is probably not such a bad thing that I am terribly fussy about films. I can enjoy the golden oldies – classic musicals etc. But most modern films I turn my nose up at, unless, they are made by Pixar or the likes.

I can’t watch a “normal” action film – I am traumatised. Anything like aggression, horror, violence, devastation, anything with lots of bad language – there is no point me even attempting to watch it because I will not remotely enjoy it. However, Pixar keep coming up with stuff that makes me laugh.

I was doing a bit of ironing while waiting for peanut butter brownies to bake, and I flicked on the TV to see if there was anything I could have on in the background, so that I didn’t become tearful about Goldfinch. “Despicable Me” was on the TV and, oh it did make me laugh. So many funny scenes! I have included the scene below because it is the kind of action scene I would enjoy:

This weekend I have so much planned…to keep me busy. I have meet-ups with different friends for breakfast, lunch, coffee, dinner – both days! Sunday night…I will be over at a friend’s house – she has said we can watch a movie and eat cake. I am hoping for minions to make an appearance that night.



15 thoughts on “Finger Food Gave Me Food For Thought”

    1. I don’t think I will actively look for one…
      …however, if in time, a robin, or perhaps a jay or a kingfisher fluttered along into my life and was easy to talk to…and easy to be around…
      …my response might be quite chirpy.
      It is hard to imagine at the moment, because I feel so much love for Goldfinch. But I love to be loved and I love to love. It’s hard to resist. I am in no rush though!

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      1. I love your Goldfinch saga. You’ve been so beautiful about the loss, but I don’t take it lightly for you, if that makes sense.

        What I mean is that you’ve written so beautifully about him, and your relationship, and then his leaving. But I guess there must be some sorrow lurking and I hope you are doing ok with it.


        1. Oh I am sad…very much so, and feeling sorry for myself.
          But he prepared me from the start that he was going back to Australia at some point. I have had longer with him than expected. It has been such a wonderful 13 months and 13 days.
          He is always going to be an extremely special part of my life. My feelings for him are so precious – I can’t imagine another man claiming them. But at some stage, I think it will be possible for fondness and affection for someone else to grow…and if he is anywhere near as nice as Goldfinch, it won’t be hard to cultivate love.
          Aaaaah sigh!

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