Like poking around in an attic, rummaging through long-forgotten items stored inside a trunk...
Since the recent installation of a new computer hard drive, I’m still deleting documents no longer relevant, and sorting others in folders. An Indie author who composes weekly blogs pertaining to “the life I’ve chosen” –perverting a Hyman Roth quote from ‘Godfather II’—I disclosed how diligence and persistence are daily requirements in striving for public visibility.
“Eva’s Byte #114: The Loop” - “In a loop, out of the loop, and back in the loop on social media after the spin I was in!
http://tinyurl.com/y8np5tbq
Alas, a silver lining in my cloud!
Like poking around in an attic, rummaging through long-forgotten items stored inside a trunk for safekeeping, I come across a document titled, “Rumbles”—a collection of jagged thoughts prompted by the unforeseen. Compiled in 2010, these random rumbles represent shorts I’d submitted to an online magazine whose readership catered to women over fifty. Suffice it to say, the magazine is now defunct.
Nevertheless, I salvaged one of these rumbles which has withstood the test of time for personal relevance:
Pajamarama
Pajamarama is all about seceding from society and hanging around in your favorite PJs all day, or for as long as feasibly possible within the cozy confines of home. Adding ambience of magnitude, a rainy day is an ideal prerequisite for self-imposed exile. By no means, should pajamarama be associated with wallowing in self-pity, regardless of one''s extenuating circumstances.
Then, as now—seven years after I penned this rumble—I’ve yet to spend the better part of a day lounging in my pajamas. Still, I can dream…
For starters, I’d ignore the internal clock which awakens me by five every morning to jump out of bed, turn on the computer, and start my exercise routine. Instead, I roll over to catch more shuteye. Then, sufficiently rested, I get up to grab something to eat.
In the spirit of pajamarama, rather than prepare a healthy breakfast, I grab a few cookies for my breakfast in bed. I prop myself against two fluffed pillows and proceed to solve crossword puzzles. Perhaps, I’ll snooze.
A little more ambitious by noontime, I do not hesitate over whether to fix myself a sandwich or treat myself to ice cream. My bowl of Moosehead Lake Fudge accompanies me to the sofa in the living room. I plop on the couch and work the remote as I settle back to take in a Lifetime channel movie.
Bang the drum ever so slowly in sync with lethargy!
Normally thriving on work, I totally understand why I’ve never practiced pajamarama. After all, I don’t have to wear pajamas to indulge my just desserts!
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Thank you so much, Eva!
enjoyed the read
never stop writing
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Aside from one meltdown back in the early years, I have saved every file from work from about 1987… 30 years and from home… About 20 years. Of course, the early transfers to backup drives were not neat even though I always tried to stick to a good filing in folder system that I found that most people didn't or couldn't figure out how to do. I always named all my folders, files and photographs… Etc.
A few years ago I set about cleaning out files and no longer could be opened, old apps that no longer worked and other stuff, but soon found it to be very difficult with hundreds of thousands of files saved. So I have put it off with bigger backup drives. I'm sure that if I looked back through that jumble, I might find some real gems that I wrote. Weirdly, while putting together my latest book of short stories, I discovered a couple of stories that I wrote last year and already forgot. Come to think of it. With that kind of memory problem, maybe I will just end up sorting files my last few years so that anyone inheriting my information will be able to make a little sense of it. But then, at the rate that AI is advancing, before long I will probably be able to download an app that will do the whole thing beautifully for me in the background while I had more junk to my already overloaded files.
Ron