Nothing of a specific significance

I’ve written several times about how I’m trying to keep track of inspirations and ideas by jotting them on my phone. I’ve just looked at things I’ve noted over the past couple of week,, dismissed some as items to be added to the shopping list, and am looking at the jottings.  As before, I have no idea why I wrote most of them or what they meant, so the whole thing of note taking for me is somewhat failing. At least I can read them which I probably couldn’t if I’d written them inn a notebook.

So here they are:

• the pleasing symmetry of the washing line – I’ve written a few poems about washing on the line, putting it out, getting it in, was this something to do with a poem? They are all pretty terrible to be honest.
• I’m just trying to think of the joy I do now – this must have been something I overheard someone saying, but why did I think it was significant to write down? How does anyone ‘do joy’?
• Edward Davy Strathfirkden estate – that must be a spelling mistake, surely! So Edward Davy, the most famous one I can find was a nineteenth century scientist. Edward Davy was  born sixteenth June, 1806 in Ottery St Mary in Devon. After studying medicine, he initially became a chemist, but became interested in telegraphy. In 1838, he emigrated to Australia, to Adelaide. He pursued his  interest in telegraphy and invented the electromagnetic repeater, making wireless telegraphy possible. He died in 1885, on January 26th at the age of seventy-eight. As for Strathfirkden, there are places in Scotland beginning with Strath, (which means broad mountain valley) such as Strathpeffer, Strathy, Strathyre, there is nothing like the word I’d noted.
• St Michael 1987  – no idea! There’s the archangel, and many things happened in 1987 of course, but nothing of a specific significance to me.
• Morwenstow  – it’s a small Cornish village north of Bude and sounds a most attractive place. It was the home of the vicar who wrote what has come to be the Cornish anthem, ‘Trelawny’. Maybe I thought it would be an interesting place to visit, maybe it’s because a couple of novels were set there, Set in Stone by  Robert Goddard and The Wreck at Sharpnose Point by Jeremy Seal.
• Cacography – it means bad handwriting, which I definitely suffer from – hence using my phone to take notes not a pen and notebook!
• Podgorica – a city in Montenegro – I have never been there, and not sure I ever will visit so no idea why I should note it!
• Oh, you’re like a brother to me, I love you so much! (or maybe) Oh I love you so much, you’re like a brother to me! – I overheard this while I was in the garden, a young woman passing by unseen on the other side of the wall. There is a slight difference in how anyone hearing these declarations would understand them, I think, the second one might sound promising (she loves me!!) until the second part (dang! She only loves me as a brother!)

Maybe one day, one of my notes may bear fruit, in the mean time I’ll have a look at the books by Robert Goddard and Jeremy Seal