Writings in the Sand

Non-moaning but mostly aimless blog entry

It's been ten days since I last blogged. Sometimes I think about blogging but I don't because it's unlikely that my thoughts will be of any interest to anyone but me (and I take only the slightest of interest). Mostly, I worry that I might moan too much. But sometimes, I moan just the right amount. Still, moans are very personal things and everyone has their own area of distress and I don't want anyone to think that I am being very self-centered while ignoring the truly moan-worthy situations .

Poetry comes to mind. Actually, I wish poetry would come to mind - I need to write some poetry today.

Well, I just got a phone call which took all the thoughts right out of my head. How does that happen? Is there some kind of suction device built into it? And how does it fit inside my thin cell phone? And do young people even know why the sound that accompanies a call is called a "ringtone"? Do they know that phones used to ring? as in, like a bell? I am convinced that the young these days have missed out on some important things which they view as incomprehensible cultural references that old people make.

Well, now I am off track. Must be time to go, I have a poem to write.