Procrastination

I am a pass master in this underrated art. I put it down to the two sides of my twin, Piscean nature, with its fishy friends always tugging me in opposite directions. A whole hour and a half ago, I sat down at the computer, quite sure that I would quickly check emails, then get a post on screen, before tackling things on the boring side of life.

So far, so good. Inbox cleared, open up napple notes dashboard to see which part of the Blogland world is already up and running. Curiosity always wins at this point, when I see posts that are so newly hatched from their creator's minds, that the time lag is in minutes, rather than hours.

It is my downfall.

There's Granny On The Web celebrating a 'Fabulous Blog Award' - must pop over and say congratulations, and see whether she has any more delightful grand children pics for me to 'Oo!' and 'Ah!' over. But no, what do I find? Her generosity has overcome her common sense, and listed Jinksy - with a capital J, no less - as one of her nominees for receiving the same accolade. Aarrgghh! Granny, how could you miss picking up on my aversion (like Suldog, only a bit more gentle) to such bling? To keep blog pages clear of such distractions, I hang awards around my neck, and am beginning to feel very round shouldered as a result - and they do make an awful clanking noise on the keyboard.

As for giving away secrets like listing five addictions - Not on your nellie! My favourite Blogland buddies all know who they are, anyway, as I shower them with emails which can surely leave them in no doubt? Many, many emails - lot more than five. The best thing is for everyone to help themselves to whichever award makes them feel good today, and share out a little love amongst their friends, the more the merrier.

If I didn't think you all worthy of the nicest award of all - friendship - I wouldn't start leaving you cryptic comments all over the place, now would I? I love you all! x

P.S. The 'anti award' thing is nothing personal...It just happens to rub my sensibilities up the wrong way. I wouldn't dream of chasing my friends with a pitchfork to make them go visit a certain place or person, nor to list their innermost thoughts on any subject, so why would I hound them under the guise of an award to do the same things? I'm open to those who wish to put the opposite side of the argument for consideration, but don't expect me to be an easy convert. Blogs that rely on these endless lists of questions/answers to fill a page are somewhat soporific to my way of thinking, and I feel a glazed expression hovering over my mind every time I come
across one in my Blogland wandering. OK, perhaps I'm a lot more like Suldog than I care to admit...

P.P.S

Late edition, appropriate for procrastination and world poetry day...

Dainty cowslips flaunt
buttery yellow petals,
cushioning cow's feet.

Who gave them that name?
They deserve a sweeter word
to describe their souls;

fragile, dancing blooms
threatened by brown bovine lips
intent on grazing.