The Or in the Ordinary.


I woke up feeling a bit on edge for no genuine reason I can think of and like topping on a cake, to make things better it got fueled further by a garment being placed in my hands along with the needle and thread box to mend a small tear caused by some sharp object.

As I appear to be the only one in the family who can literally stitch. Gosh No!!! Not true, rather the story goes this way, I am the only one who has all the time in the world to help people with a big broad smile on my face or at least without a grumpy look to put people off, even if it means shelving some of my own jobs for a while.

Still rubbing my eyes I managed to slip the thread through the tiny eye of the needle, recalling and almost voicing out an old parable under my breath, which says “It is easier for a camel to enter through the eye of a needle than for a sinner to enter the gates of heaven.” Wait a minute, why did that even come to my mind? I mean, what significance did it have anyway?  Pretty dramatic at times. 

Gladly being a jack of all trades I managed to make a neat and good job of it while gaining a small bit of accomplishment early morning that sprinkled my limp mood with tinsel of glittering pep but still not enough to pull off an entire day.

Got back into bed for an hour more, lazing and occasionally pampering my two pups, a black female labrador, and a white male German Spitz who were off and on checking in on me as if they sensed my evil selfish plans of spending my day in bed and doing them out of their ritualistic morning walk. Actually, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t mind being on a kind of bed rest, and procrastinating my time away. 

I wonder what gets into me sometimes. Soon after getting the dogs back in, I witness a strange uneasiness much like the feeling of being on pins and needles. Yes, now I get it, why that parable came to me, it’s got a lot to do with needles I guess, Errrrr kidding, though I’m still, to fathom what the heck was I looking for.


Don’t really understand why I just keep diving deep into different dimensions of knowledge, like some damn buffet I am invited to and can’t make up my mind on what I really want and end up with a stomach full of everything. 

Grabbing a cup of coffee, I logged into my laptop and watched a movie on a true kidnapping case that sent the chills up my spine with a lesson on being careful no matter where you are.

Next, I went on to TED talks on Novel writing and how to create suspense in a story, made a few notes on the creative tips mentioned in case I happen to do a little suspense writing in future so that I would have something to kickstart with.

Watched talks on psychopaths and the way their brain functions, Are you a giver or a taker? by Adam Grant then I strung along a few documentaries on True horror sighting reports.

A few videos on anthropology, The documentary of ‘Mary Bell’ a child serial killer in which the story looks into why kids become monsters.

Bitches, and Beauty queens (a beauty pageant documentary).

Watched a movie based on a true story of Haseena Parkar the famous Don, Daud Ibrahim’s sister in which I find that the director deliberately tries his best to paint a very sympathetic view for this ladylike cum sinister woman.

The real story of real courage – The Extraordinary Case of Alex Lewis (it’s also a medical miracle documentary) very inspiring indeed.

And then The Great Pyramid of Egypt’s New Evidence that proclaims that the Pyramids were built halfway by a ramp till a central position and then in a rectangular spiral form from within with the help of long chambers and pulley systems that led to the top.

Phew!!!! it’s been a long- long day and now I know am gonna find it hard to sleep with all these chunks of information, verses, stories, and dialogues swimming around in my tiny mind.

Where am I leading with all these diverse interests? I don’t know in fact the very thought of it makes me even more restless.

© Annadine Charles.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Yeah, where are we heading with all our diverse interests?

    I am reminded of the words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
    “Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
    “What profit hath a man of all his labor which he taketh under the sun ☀️?
    “All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
    “I have seen all the works that are done under the sun: and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.”
    “For what hath man of all his labor and of the vexation of his heart , wherein he hath laboured under the sun?
    “For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.” ( Ecclesiastes 1:1-3;2:22-23)

    Yeah, the very thought of it all, makes us restless. Nevertheless, “Go thy way, eat thy bread 🍞 with joy, and drink thy wine 🍷 with a merry heart; for God accepteth thy works.
    “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.” ( Ecclesiastes 9:7,10).

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