A good word to describe me this weekend.
Sleg is an Afrikaans word loosely meaning bad. Fruit can go sleg – off. A “slegte mens” is a bad person.
It also epitomises my laziness this weekend.
Meaning, I did not do a single constructive thing this whole weekend.
Farted around online. Read blogs. Got pissed off at the moderators on the one dating site i dared to write something on. Got chatted up by a dude online. Never lifted my ass off the desk chair. Other than to go and make coffee. Did not even bother to go make food or anything – had a bowl of cup a soup last night with two slices of bread.
Do I feel guilty? Sure, I suppose a bit – I have lots of things to do. Should do.
Maybe next weekend 😉
And now for something completely different.
Every Saturday night for the past however many years, I’ve spend in the company of Eleanor Moore and the Bandstand. Lovely tunes from years gone by, made me feel closer to my dude and our memories, and it was just quiet, relaxing time. Spent in the bath for the most part with a book to keep me company.
Last night I heard that they are replacing the Bandstand hours with more Solid Gold rock n roll. To say I was pissed off would be a misnomer! This has been the only reason for me to even listen to 702 over weekends – I have all the Billboard 100 songs from the 60’s right through to the 2000’s – don’t need a radio station to listen to that. But the old classics, I don’t have too many of those. And it gave me a sense of kinship with other like minded people. To know that a whole bunch of us are listening to this every weekend, a select few I suppose, but we were there together. On Christmas eve. New year’s eve. She would keep us company. The Rat pack would sing up along. Billy Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Charles Aznavour, Della Reese.
And now it’s all over! am I going to bother listening to 702 from here on out? Probably not. On many weekends, the only reason for me to even switch on the radio was to listen to the Bandstand. I don’t do rock n roll. Not even old rock n roll.
What am I going to do with my Saturday nights now? Go out? probably not. I’ll likely switch on Classic FM and listen to those tunes. Or watch a movie.
I know change is a capricious being, always happening, always certain. I just wish she would give me enough warning before turning my life upside down!!