Yesterday several of my worlds conspired to collide. It happens every so often.
Mr B says that if I didn’t take on
so many activities, if I occasionally said a firm “no” instead of an excitable “yes”, then I wouldn’t have so many worlds circling around me with the potential for collision ever-present. He does have a point but life would be
really boring if the only thing I had to look forward to was Wanted Down Under on breakfast TV. Don’t get me wrong, I love Wanted Down Under because it gives us a chance to count our many blessings and wag metaphorical fingers at the families for
thinking the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Or in the case of Wanted Down Under, the world.
The first collision was between the monthly
meeting of the Bird Watching Group and Voluntary Action Worthing’s Community Forum. There was no way I could go wading about in the mud all morning then get home and out of my wellies in time to take up my place at the forum. I found myself hoping
that it would rain so that the bird-watching would be cancelled and I would not feel I was missing out – then felt very, very ashamed of myself for thinking such a thing. How could I deprive everyone else in the Birdy Group, in thought, if not in deed,
of their morning out? In the event the sun shone. I hope they spotted lots of birds. I wonder if they missed me?
The Forum was most enjoyable, despite a distinct
lack of little feathered friends. In the back of my mind, however, was the jittery thought that I needed to get back to my unpaid job as Press Officer for the Limelight theatre group, of which two of my grandkids, Jack and Hazel are members. At the weekend
the group received a visit from two of the rising stars of musical theatre, Jodie Steele and Tom Senior, giving them some top tips for their forthcoming production of Fame Jr. My job – to somehow conjure up by lunchtime today just 300 words to describe
the experience for the local newspaper. You are probably thinking “It’s only 300 words” but, as Mark Twain (creator of the remakable Huckleberry Finn) once memorably remarked: “Please excuse a long letter, I didn’t have
time to write a short one.”
Obviously there should still have been plenty of time, even taking account of a long telephone chat with the Middle of the Darling
Daughters who is planning Faris’s First Birthday Party, but it was our Short Mat Bowls evening (“Boom!” – can you hear another two worlds colliding?) I couldn’t miss that because I was away with a bad cold last week. I needed
to go and apologise in person for letting down the rest of my team in the Club Triples Competition. They didn’t seem too bothered. Apparently they won the whole competition despite (or possibly because of) my absence...
Later that evening, I am still struggling with my 300 words. I am 43 words over. I check out what the Limelight youngsters are saying about the visit on Facebook and find them embroiled in a fascinating
discussion about the power of social media. To share, or not to share, that was the question. Would they bore everyone silly if they continually plugged their show for months in advance - or would their persistence pay off by brainwashing everyone
into bursting into song (“Fame – I’m gonna live forever!”) at every opportunity.
Someone suggested that if they did not make full use of
social media they ran the risk of their audience consisting solely of “two old grannies." I had to wade into the debate in defence of old grannies. You would have been proud of me.
Today I am still busy but, unlike yesterday, everything fits neatly into the day. There are no clashes, no decisions about where to be, how to do everything that needs to be done. My 300 word article went off to the newspaper
first thing this morning and should appear therein on Thursday.
My worlds are perfectly aligned.
At least for a day or two...