This morning I was woken up by the phone ringing. I was in the middle of this dream where this man had taken two children hostage in this kind of package holiday type place. I had the impression that the man wasn’t a bad man, but my dream never got the chance to reveal this to me as the phone was ringing. I recognised the number as I picked up and in the time it took me to answer I had already silently grumbled to myself about what was she doing calling me at this time of the morning, and how many times have I told her not to call me until after 10.30am. My mother’s standard reply when I say hello is to ask if she has woken me up. Usually the answer is yes, but today she didn’t even ask and so accustomed am I to this being the course of our conversation that I offered up the information myself. When I heard the little gasp and the reply, “Maybe you needed to sleep,” I began to wonder what time it was. ELEVEN THIRTY! I’d slept away almost all of the morning of the second summery day in
I’m going back to that Masello book here. There are actually 102 rules, the last one being break all the rules and generally the title of the rules tend to be a little misleading, in that rule no. 53 says set an alarm clock and is about setting an alarm clock to get to your desk, but after that sentence it’s not. But anyway, here goes, I am making a decision here. Even though it is the holidays and setting an alarm clock and routine goes deeply against the grain, I am spending an awful lot of time just generally farting around. So there it’s done, I’ve set it, I’ve reset it for twenty minutes earlier and well ... we’ll see, after all rule 102 is break all the rules.
BTW – Sunday Scribblings prompt word this week is ‘Decision.’
