Mikes Thoughts

breakfast times

This morning for whatever reason started early. I don’t like early. It’s easy to lay in bed and while away time writing some thought or other. I could put coffee on. Could get my laptop and write. Instead I’m lazy. What I much prefer is doing nothing. It never lasts though. Writing daily journals for me is not quite ritual or structured. Using some app to gauge my mood doesn’t work. I also don’t need the weather or location. I know where I am. Got a pretty good idea of the weather in Siem Reap.

So later this morning I’ll take my wife out for breakfast by the river. It’s the same place I took her years ago the morning after we met and she spent the night with me. We have not been really apart since. It took us some weeks to do things. Longer to do others. But nothing was daunting or difficult. Some took some money. Others time.

Just because I write some blogpost about breakfast time, it’s not what I will end up writing. It never is. I have no real plan. No wonderful draft or list of topics. No ideas. I just go. If I had ideas I would end up with the same crap. I’d just claim it was an idea.

With that out of the way i can work on my morning coffee soon. I like the morning coffee here. I also like my days of going for coffee. Fitting into Cambodian coffee culture.

Breakfast and talk

I’m generally not happy just being around the house. I need to be going. So we decide starting next year we will spend up to 1k a month on going. Places my wife has not been. She really wants Singapore and Malaysia. Those are easy.

Now she goes to her sister’s house. They will eat and talk. Visit for hours. Things I just cannot do. So instead I sit at Noi Cafe with the requisite iced americano and ponder airline tickets. The coffee now is the precursor to walking and trying to shake off this head cold with just going.

Breakfast time with my wife is always the same place. Same food. We can talk a bit but it is really what we need to do. We don’t need cars and fancy crap. Need to just go.

Then my writing

I sit here and try to use different apps. I like them. They just don’t work. It’s like trying to use obsidian. My senses rebel. I start hating on the feeling of it. I delete it soon after. It’s not the writing with that app. It’s all the preparation. I need a theme because by default I hate the look. I disable core plugins. Things like canvas. The map of my notes all interconnected. Bases. I need none of that. What I want is to write. Not turn off and install and uninstall and play. In the end, the writing with obsidian seems a far cry from using it to only connect things I write elsewhere. Then I question why. If I only use it for that bit why bother.

It’s really the sitting down and finding the blank canvas. Not a thing which seems butt ugly and I get all obsessed with making it less so. This one thing I find so easily with iA Writer. If I want to write then that’s what I want to get to. Not using some other app to get ready or start. Not use something to connect or display or organize. Things like drafts and obsidian have no meaning for me. All my things are right here. All in a little mess in an iCloud folder. Just how I want. I think on that a lot. And I try different things. And I get tired of them. I realize I don’t need a second brain or follow the PARA or CODE method. What I need to do is to go past those things and get to the words themselves. Those other things I could imagine Pooh bear saying,

Oh bother

And giving up. For him it’s hunny and friends and life. Pearls of wisdom finding piglet and tigger. Feeling that what he has just works.

This morning with breakfast time it the same for me. Why create boundless complexity when what is wanted is simplicity. I can then just say oh bother myself. Move along.

There’s nothing to see here. Besides some words that wander and tangle the days.