looking for brass flies

This week has been very busy at work. I have not had much time to do anything but work, but I sort of like it that way. But I did take a little time to search the internet for brass flies. I only found one, and it was too big. I need to learn some new methods of searching. I think there must be numerous better ways than I go about it.

I am painfully aware that my blog sux lately. It doesn't really matter anyway because very few people read it. I have to chuckle to myself, when I post something very off the wall as I assume Joseph Smith is, no one makes a peep. I guess they must wonder what I'm thinking. Even blogs that tell about someone's day are more interesting than mine. Perhaps its my style. I don't know. Likely its my topics.

Wintertime leaves me sort of devoid of fire or excitement. I don't have any passions at the mo', I haven't got a crush on anyone, no one is fun to look at or think about. I am not stagnant in my thoughts, but maybe I am lack-lustre. I am not real comfortable with the vanilla day to day existence, but it is what it is, I guess.

I have been thinking about getting more education, but after looking into it a little, I realize I don't need book learning as much as I need technical, hands-on training in something that will help me stay employed. I am now thinking about getting Microsoft-certified. I think my company pays for it, and I feel certain it would help me a lot more than a degree in library science. Besides, I cannot use the Library of Congress classification system with a clear conscience. I would get angry everytime I had to shelve a book. Too much stress for me. Besides, I just don't get it. Give me the old Dewey decimal system any day. Not really, but my favorite area to shelve would be fiction. Alphabetical. Now that makes sense to me.

I haven't done the taxes yet, and I must, so I can know what sort of house repairs I can afford to have done. I want to get the sunroom fixed up some, it needs a floor of some sort, and also something to sit on. I need screens for the windows, there is work to be done on the garage apartment, I want more electrical outlets, some outside lighting, and some gutter repair. I also wish I could have a portico under which I could stash my car so it wouldn't be out in the weather as much. I wonder how much of this list I could get done with my tax return. ;-)

We are almost ready to sing Lord Nelson Mass with the symphony. It will be a thrill, of sorts. At the least, it will be inspiring. There is also an evensong this month. yawn. then next month is a choir retreat. But my heart isn't in it. It is just another over scheduled weekend, where I don't get anything accomplished at home and return to work feeling cheated of my free time. Then lent, then easter, then Billy's requiem, then choir concert. Then its the summer and I get to fret about having a job again.

I am trying to get with the times. I joined facebook and registered with my highschool. I got to say hello to a handful of my friends from back then. But after you tell what you have been doing, then it is dull again. I don't really want to be friends with these people, it is just interesting to see how they turned out. Some people really get into it. They meet up for drinks and everything. How icky is that? I guess I am just not a party girl anymore. All there is to talk about with these people is old stuff that isn't pertinent anymore. They don't translate well to my current life. I wonder if its just me.

Then some people are crazy about twitter. I am still thinking about that technology. I am not sure why anyone would care what I was doing every day or every hour of the day. They certainly don't beat a path to my blog do they (just kidding, all you lovely readers out there). Anyhow, I noticed there is a similar feature on facebook. Marthaberry is . . .

Now, what would I be doing if I were logged into facebook, anyway. I would be online, trying to see who was there. Marthaberry is bored and looking for action. Marthaberry is boring and wants to bore others. Marthaberry is seriously considering what twitter is and why she might need to open an account. hmm, more places to kill time. I already have an online routine.

I sit down, play a couple of games of spider solitaire. I open my email and answer/trash/forward any emails I have gotten. Then I open the browser and check out a chat-forum place where we gather to discuss the wonders of Tom Baker, the 4th Doctor. But we have been there talking for so long, that it is not very interesting anymore. And when newbies get on there, they drive me crazy, saying all the things I once did, and oohing and ahhing about this or that picture of Tom, on and on.
But I check the new messages, and lately I mark them as read without reading them. Next up, I go look at Cakewrecks. If I am too early for the new entry, I go on to the blogs of some friends, and to vintage Seattle, where I can be nostalgic with other seattleites. Then I look at other personal favorites, Then I look here to see if anyone visited. Then I search for something, maybe tidbits on Joseph Smith, maybe brass flies, maybe I will look for a childhood treat that I long to re experience. I might check the news, might not. But that is how my day starts. Why? because its there. It is mildly interesting. It gives me something to think about for a few minutes. It kills time.

I really don't want to kill time, I haven't got enough of it as it is. sigh*