First Wednesday in April

 After 10 years of posting I have deleted all of the contents of this blog. It was largely written in a time when I was less internet savvy, and although I never did anything like give away my address or last name, there is too much writing for me to scour through and decide what is or isn't oversharing. 

And I thought I wouldn't miss the blog. I no longer have any kind of social media. I barely even text or email. My life is so lo-tech now, as I would want it to be. But I miss the writing, and I like typing. It's helpful for unloading stream of consciousness type thoughts, and getting on with the day. So here I am. 

We are in the Easter holidays. Tail end. We haven't done much as the weather has been wretched. Church a couple of times, a nice beach day, and the park. Today the girls have the dentist for the first time ever, I can't believe we've finally found an NHS dentist for them, so here's hoping that all goes well. I have one girl who is keener than the other. Now I just need a dentist for H and I and I'll be complete, especially as, for the first time in my life, my teeth hurt. 

There is a shop on the way to the dentist that sells expensive fancy outdoor and reusable stuff, and I am planning to stop in there to buy a flask/water bottle. I looked at it a couple of days ago and decided it was too expensive, but a bit of research has shown me that it's a fair price for 'that sort of thing' and I just want something that I'll use and that won't break. I can't bear to buy any more rubbish that will just break and go in the bin after six months or a year. 

As always, it seems, my house is in a pickle. What I need to do is find some kind of hidden energy reserve and tackle it. But the reserves are too well hidden. We have too much stuff. It's absurd. We must be one of the first generations to live with this level of excess. Sometimes I think about it and it sends me spinning. What would it mean to have only what you need to live comfortably? How should we define comfort?

Something I need to think on perhaps. If I can pin down what I mean by 'comfort', and 'enough', then perhaps I can achieve it.

Anyway, on with the day. I imagine this morning we will play a board game as it's a drizzler, and perhaps after that I'll pull my socks up and spend an hour being busy before we need to leave for the dentist.