Paradoxical Android

Where do the days disappear to? I remember floating painlessly through the season of give and take, and now I discover I've landed close to the eve of a another new year. I posted my Christmas message, like so many bloggers do, but without giving any real thought to when I might post again. The days passed and I realised, with some alarm, that I hadn't actually missed the act of writing for the blog. And, until today, calling a halt with a Christmas wish was beginning to seem like a perfectly reasonable Square Sunset.

Photo by Speckly Woo!

So, what happened? The truth is, I can't put my finger on it. And when I get close to explaining the way I feel, I'm reduced to seeking refuge in nonsensical theories. Perhaps Santa did a spot of rewiring on the naughty boy who forgot to leave out a glass of sherry and a mince pie? More likely, I've soft-landed in a place of new discoveries. Descending under a parachute, strapped into my holiday harness, the familiar has taken on a fresh and appealing look. The new comes tied with ribbons of promise. In short, there have been distractions, and even though they have positioned themselves some distance apart, around our home, their power is unrelenting. Haruki Murakami on my desk, Paul Murray in the lounge, and my new Samsung Galaxy phone preoccupying me in the same way Dinky Toys would have done, in my childhood. Whilst the attraction of good books comes as no surprise, the phone phenomenon caught me out. Mobiles have never really done it for me. But this little cutie lights up at the merest touch and has no inhibitions when it comes to displaying a dazzling array of apps. I guess when you finally have proof that the world can fit into your pocket, it's little wonder things get a bit strange, while some sections of the old grey matter play catch-up. Bear with me, I'm sure I'll be feeling better in 2012.

Happy New Year!