Recursive Words

I’m watching the minutes tick down at the end of a three-day weekend and find myself wondering where the time has gone. In truth, it’s been a fairly quiet weekend. Sometimes, quiet is good.

I spent much of the weekend recording content for YouTube—test-flying in-development aircraft for software developers, doing “first looks” at various other new aircraft, and going on a mad-cap tour of the so-called “Deadly” and “Not So Deadly” bush strips in Idaho.

How do you tell somebody that with no prior idea of the subject matter that you’ve been recording a video about “bush strips”? Stop giggling – you’ll make me start.

The YouTube channel crossed through 40,000 subscribers this weekend. I didn’t even realise – somebody watching the live stream on Saturday realised and shouted it out. The kids are waiting for me to reach 100,000 after which point I think I get a plaque from YouTube.

Anyway.

This evening we escaped the house for a couple of hours before dinner and wandered to the local pub with friends. Somehow one drink turned into three. While catching up on what we’ve all been up to, the subject of running came up. I don’t think I’m going to get away with “not running” for much longer – quite apart from my conscience kicking one side of my head in, I now have peer pressure on the other side.

A wonderful friend in Cornwall re-started the “Couch to 5K” a few weeks ago. I might have to follow in her footsteps – I’ve not run for about 18 months. She’s doing amazingly well and is unwittingly serving as inspiration.

While writing this, Owl City has arrived on Spotify. Fireflies.

Talking of Owl City, I bought a Carly Rae Jepsen album a few weeks ago. She collaborated with Owl City on “Good Time”. Can you believe that was 13 years ago?

Tonight my friends were shocked, stunned and amazed to discover I don’t own a Katie Perry album (yet). I think the presumption originates from me taking the girls to see the Katie Perry movie back in the day – and returning home having liked it. I can still remember my youngest asking “Why is Katie crying?” (during the scene where her then fiancé dumps her minutes before going on-stage for a huge concert). I can remember my response too – “because some people are horrible”.

I should be getting ready for bed. Or fetching the washing in. A part of me wants to leave it on the line overnight, but another part knows that I’ll only have to fetch it tomorrow. I’m a bit of a bugger for keeping going and going and going to make tomorrow easier – but it never works because more crap arrives tomorrow – and every tomorrow.

“Every Tomorrow” sounds like it should be the title of book. Maybe the book I haven’t written yet.