Going Retro

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Some days are just downright unproductive.  I woke in the wee hours, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to have at the day.  I spent hours trying to do research online, but I just couldn’t seem to find the right words for Google to give me what I wanted.  Then I resorted to my bookshelf.  Right now I can tell you quite emphatically that I’m really not feeling the joy of “holding a real book in my hands”.  They certainly don’t smell warm and inviting either.  Just musty and old, and have given me the most epic case of the sneezes ever.  Finally, I caved, and spent a fortune on Amazon buying new reference books.  At least they have what I’m looking for.  Now I’m just not in the mood anymore.  The air around my head is blue, and ennui has set in.


I got stuck for at least an hour when I came across my ancient recipe book collection.  Of course I looked through them.  They’re all still scattered around my feet.  My feathered brood are doing their best to devalue them as much as they can, with some precisely placed gnaws, rips, and warm little piles artistically arranged.  I can’t put them away yet though.  I’m sure I’ll find something interesting soon.  It’s like when you’re looking for your birth certificate or something to that effect.  Things that don’t often see the light of day.  Then you find a stack of old photos, and waste hours looking at forgotten memories.


All I can think about now is how pleased I am to be living in the twentieth century.  I had a squiz through The Ladies Guide  To True Politeness And Perfect Manners, as you do, by Eliza Leslie, and printed in the eighteen hundreds.  I collect these books because – well – I just do.  Old formalities and codes of conduct are usually good for a laugh, and for considering what a barbarian I clearly am.  But for once, Mrs Beeton wasn’t cute or funny.  I couldn’t find a smile at all, and her recipe for parakeet merely annoyed me.  Now I believe the day is lost to decent writing, so I’ll have to find some other constructive thing to do.  Right after I’ve revisited Robert Carlton Brown’s, The Complete Book Of Cheese, and pondered the strangeness of being human.


Till next time friends.  xxx



5 thoughts on “Going Retro

    Lucy Pireel said:
    December 28, 2012 at 9:40 am

    Jo my girly twin! Hahaha, I love, love, love old recipe books! And you have written perfectly how we lose hours, no days on things we shouldn’t be doing, or didn’t head out to do, but caught up in doing because it’s what we like, or what captivates us.
    Very nice post almost had me turning to my tree books too. Hahahha, almost. Not quite ready for that musty smell and all that dust. Wheeeheee.


      jorobinson176 responded:
      December 28, 2012 at 1:08 pm

      LOL!! And I didn’t stop either. Now I know how to treat the “staff” if my time machine takes me back a hundred years. According to those books, they need a firm hand. 😛 xxx


    angus48 said:
    December 28, 2012 at 3:53 pm

    Sometimes Google is dumber than a fence post because the people that stocked the shelves are a generation apart. Even at its worst Google is a rocket scientist compared to Bing. But when the power dies dead tree still rules. Good job Jo. The only real reason I haven’t continued buying books (old school) is that I hate moving them. Boxes of books are meant to make old dudes like me tired and pissed off. 😀 Ebooks are a awesome.


      jorobinson176 responded:
      December 29, 2012 at 4:08 am

      LOL! Old dude!! Ebooks are awesome though. Us old dudes are catching up. 🙂


    angus48 said:
    December 28, 2012 at 3:53 pm

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