Humdrum

I think my life is pretty humdrum. I guess most of us do unless perhaps we have a fast-paced exciting job, or are a celebrity. Even then if you are, for example, the Queen, travelling all over the world to attend events and observing local customs or entertaining Presidents and Prime Ministers is probably pretty humdrum. She’s been doing it for over 65 years after all.

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My point is that what seems humdrum to me might not seem so to you because it is different from your everyday life. In this blog, I like to write about everyday life as I experience it. I write about sausage sizzles on election day, events in my local area, going to cricket matches and so on because to someone else that might be really interesting or at least different. That’s why I find it interesting to read about the daily lives of others. What are their towns like? What is it like to live in a big city, or on a farm or in the desert?

Shopping and eating are different in other places. I’ve never been inside a Walmart. The nearest K Mart is more than 60km away.  I didn’t know until I became a blogger what “half and half” milk was. If we have it at all we don’t call it that. An American penfriend who once visited me back in the eighties was amazed that we put beetroot on burgers and vinegar on chips. Tasmanians like their chips with gravy though and I still find that bizarre.

I’ve learned that in Switzerland shops frequently close for religious holidays. Here they really only close for Christmas Day, Good Friday and ANZAC Day. It’s not important stuff but it’s fascinating how much the same we are but at the same time so different.

The humdrum can be a source of fascination.