Inside my closet

Have you joined me in my closet yet? No? Please don’t delay. You are missing out on some of my most profound musings (joking).

But why the closet?

Well from a sound perspective it works beautifully. It is a small well sound proofed room and successfully cuts out the echo. I got that hint from Nancy Hixt. From a privacy perspective it works well. All those bloopers I record – no one knows about them. I might get 30 seconds into a topic and then mutter a “oh for God’s sake!” before I hit stop and start again. The other sound advantage of being in the closet is that you don’t hear my cockatiel chirping. That’s all he can do by the way – and he is a she. He had an egg once – actually he had three. I don’t know who was more shocked – him or me! Anyway he can be a right nuisance so being closeted away from his squawks works.

In a way it reminds me of the confessional. Now, don’t be alarmed. I don’t think I am going to get into telling you all about all the things I have done wrong. (“Bless me Father for I have sinned.”) It does, however, have the sort of atmosphere where you can pause for a while and really think about things. It feels really like it is just you and me having a chat in my closet. I know, weird hey?

Sometimes I do stand there for a few minutes just waiting for inspiration and deciding what would be a good topic to discuss. While standing there in my closet I might suddenly get distracted as I notice a jacket I haven’t worn in years. “What the hell is this still doing here?” I think to myself. Hmm, not a bad little jacket. Does it still fit? Um …. no. Damn it! Maybe I should give it away. But I like this jacket. I’ll keep it – it is just covid cuddle bumps – that’s all. I will soon get rid of those and fit into it no problem “Clickety Click—Barba Trick“.