What did I get up to on days 12, 13 and 14 of my challenge? Well I can honestly say that there have been no wild adventures, just nice things that I have taken time out of a busy schedule to do.
Day 12 – I received my first bunch of daffodils for the year from my daughter. It was a lovely surprise – she knew I had a difficult meeting in the morning and wanted to give me something afterwards that was cheery. Luckily the meeting went well.
I know I didn’t buy these myself but I am still counting them as part of my project. Daffodils are my favourite flower. It is difficult not to be inspired by their vibrant colours and proud trumpet heads shouting ‘spring is coming’. The act of placing the bunches into carefully selected vases and displaying them in prominent spots in the house was an important and very fulfilling ritual.
Day 13 – I played an iconic album that I hadn’t played in a long time. Rush 2112. This may be an acquired taste for some music fans but I have had a long love affair with this album, (and I just found out they released a special 40th anniversary edition last year). If you’ve not heard it you should give it ago. It is listed as one of the albums you should listen to before you die.
The album is a science fiction story. In 2062, a galaxy-wide war ended with the union of all planets under the rule of the Red Star of the Solar Federation. By 2112, the world and every part of life is controlled by the “Priests of the Temples of Syrinx”.
In essence it is about a man who finds an ancient musical instrument which he learns to play. So excited by his discovery and thinking it could change the world he shares his find with the priests of the Temples. The priests destroy the guitar and tell him it is one of the ‘silly whims’ that caused the collapse of the previous civilisation. The man goes into hiding and after having dreams of a better world becomes too upset to carry on and commits suicide. I am sorry to say that it is a sad story but one that I think it has a message for us today.
Day 14 – Needing to take some time out from the computer and work, I resurrected a set of playing cards that have been living in my bedside drawer for a couple of years. The last time I treated myself to a game of patience was on a ferry bound for Ireland a few years ago. I wondered how many games it would take to win. It took over seven – I lost count.
The best thing was that it gave me just the right amount of rest while still keeping me stimulated and motivated to carry on working afterwards. Next time I will have a game of clock patience and I will keep the the cards somewhere more convenient.