My Business
Hello, dear ones. I have not written to you in over TWO weeks, a fact that greatly shames my little writerly self. Not that I haven’t been writing stuff, just not here. You know the saying about how the cobbler’s children have no shoes? Well, darlings, the blogger’s blog goes empty, and its toes are cold, too. It’s a sorry state of affairs.
Despite our collective cold toes, it’s been all hustle and bustle around here, and some exciting things are afoot. Namely, CHRISTMAS time has arrived, which means I am all sappy and crying at Macy’s commercials, particularly ones which conclude with Natalie Wood finally believing in ol’ Kris Kringle.
I’ve also gotten a lot busier with the boring business side of the whole “working from home” gig, which, though wonderful, also makes me a little snappier and a bit more inclined to cry at commercials than I might otherwise be. Because I’m busy, I found myself, today, less-than-pleased about spending time on a volunteer project that I’m not getting paid for, nor is it knocking items off the All Important To-Do List, so it’s kinda worthless, right?
Of course, promptly at the moment I began grumbling about my Very Busy and Important Life and Schedule and I Have a To-Do List, Do You MIND, I was promptly reined back in on my ego trip by the wise words of Charles Dickens. (Yes, I’m often clobbered to my senses by Victorian fellows and ladies with strong morals, who take up residence in my brain for such a time as this. It came from making friends with them at a young age and allowing them rent-free space up there, to ride horses and walk in the garden and bash about London and become country parsons to their heart’s content. They are kind of hard to get rid of once you invite them in, with their long-winded speeches and covert flirtatious glances at one another. Aren’t you inhabited by these characters as well? No? My dear reader, your brain must be very dull without a few top hats, bonnets, “how do you dos” and “pleased to make your acquaintances” bobbing about.)
Get out of my head. Onto the page. Ahem.
Sorry about that.
Anyway, in A Christmas Carol, our main curmudgeon, Ebenezer Scrooge, (ever in fine capitalist form) compliments the distressed ghost of Jacob Marley on his business acumen, upon which Marley gets very upset with Scrooge’s and delivers the following soul-stirring line:
”Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
Well said, Mr Marley and Mr Dickens. Thanks for puttering about my head and putting my little life back into perspective now and again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to be off, about My Business.