The comfort of Platitudes

Today I am thinking about all the things I wanted to do during my time here in Liverpool and how few of them I am actually accomplishing. As a result, my mind is awash with platitudes.

It is better to have loved and lost...I have fallen in love with dozens of glorious old, brick buildings on the verge of collapse as seen on flickr, Instagram, et al. At my age, within six months I will actually think I visited and investigated those fascinating places which I merely glanced at as the taxi from Anfield passed by.

I just didn't realize how much I love old brick buildings until I came to Liverpool.

You are as young as you feel...Okay, this one isn't helping at all.

Tomorrow is another day...I go to bed every night planning the next day and I do wake up every morning thinking I am going to tour the cathedral, write 3000 NaNo words, take loads of brilliant pictures, and visit a new and exciting pub/cafe for lunch. In actual fact, I still haven't got to the cathedral, I'm averaging about 500 nano words daily, I'n not taking nearly enough pictures and cup-a-soup while watching QI or Would I Lie to You on TV in my room is not uncommon. I remember in my Mom's later years how she would be nearly overwhelmed on a day when she had more than one thing planned. A doctor's appointment and making a tuna casserole on the same day was just too much for her. I'm beginning to understand.

I've put them to work turning back time in the hopes that I can write more, see more, do more.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men...For me, half the fun of traveling is planning the trip. I've had two great years of Google Earthing around the streets of Liverpool. So it's gang a bit a-gley. I can live with that.